we met at the collision of words and summer storms laughing in purple hoodies and spreading our hair through warm grass we forgot the reasons we shouldn’t and locked fingers under streetlights, too busy making memories out of mosquito bites to remember the rest of the world we drowned our feelings in the sparkling rain…
Tag: summer
Point A
We are more then a midsummer dream, I swear. We are more then what I have left- a green shirt with an inside joke that washed off too easily one blurry photo a longer-then-it-should-have been note in the pen that never smudged We are something too big to hold. Tapping morse code of our own…
old pennies
Denim shorts smell like old pennies when they're soaked in rainwater. The room smells too clean to have me up on the stage, dripping wet, in front of thirty people Forming a puddle on the dull scratched black of the stage Old pennies and wildflowers and soap and damp skin I press my face into…
