Thursday, April 19, 2012

poem 6 for April

This is kind of cheating because it isn't really complete. But I'm not sure what to do with it right now. And I am thinking of my grandma, who has been asked if she was a sun worshiper because of how brown she gets in summertime. Ergo, hic est.

Summer Affair

her skin was that of one
acquainted with the sun
and theirs was no casual flirtation

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