summer is so hot and lonely and sometimes i wonder if the skin i am in betrays me to the world.
i forget without forgiving, i remember without wanting to and yet i want to remember deep breaths, georgia, driving with the top down while going eighty miles per hour on a no-name/ dead end road.
please. remind me: why can’t i just fly into the sun and feel the heat melt away my flesh until i am no longer a body? until i am just soul? until i am freed?
the starlight/sunlight/pale light keeping me alive has the power to tear the life away from me. do you believe it?
wherever god is, i think she is crying, but she’s laughing as well. she’s laughing at pain, she’s crying for love, and somewhere there’s a sun shower. children are playing and dancing in it, and a mother tells her son that “the devil is beating his wife.” a son tells his mother, “this feels too much like love to be an act of violence”