I don't care
if you
remember
years from now
how the lacy
kitchen
curtains beat
against the
slivered
sills
or how the oven
spilled its
heavy air
into the house
each
August night
It's only here
only now
only in this moment
where I'm washing
my dry hands
of cooking
picnic and
rose park
things to
chew
with
our
w
o
r
d
s
I'm so effected by
the way the oven
heats me
the way this summer
heats me
the way I can't explain my love, you
heat me
and the thought of
a rose park
engulfs me
in flames.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I don't care
if you
remember
years from now
how the lacy
kitchen
curtains beat
against the
slivered
sills
or how the oven
spilled its
heavy air
into the house
each
August night
It's only here
only now
only in this moment
where I'm washing
my dry hands
of cooking
picnic and
rose park
things to
chew
with
our
w
o
r
d
s
I'm so effected by
the way the oven
heats me
the way this summer
heats me
the way I can't explain my love, you
heat me
and the thought of
a rose park
engulfs me
in flames.