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Sometimes In summer
When the weather smothers
I wonder whether the garden knows.
The shape of the hand that mothers
Or the fist that brings the hose.
Flowers wilt and bow in worship,
Begging palms to bring the rain.
Fruit given up in offering
To exchange and then obtain.
isn't it enough that the wind
makes tumbles of the umbrellas

that dark staccato notes of rain
strike with such force that we pause
  
our busy little lives and marvel at it?
isn't it enough that the very next moment

the sky turns so impossibly blue
that we remember we all have wings?
 21h Selma
Arii
Sometimes I hurt more
Than I heal,
Sometimes I burn more
Than a

Star.

We stand face to face along
A path
That only one of us can

Carve.

Bury me, bury me
Deep
Into the ground

Like a poppy growing atop
A mound
Of memories
You cannot
Keep?

Keep?

For me.
"A man dies twice:
first, when his soul leaves his body,
and secondly, when he is forgotten,"
 2d Selma
Mélissa
Through winters I long
For summers to come
And then they come
And I hate them
I'm always escaping
Never a part of the world
Through daytime I long
For the night's veil to fall
But it falls on me
Heavy like a rope net
I'm always waiting
Life always on hold
one sun      one moon
to nudge the air   to braid the snow

one sun one moon
to bid the wind   to harbor autumn

one sun      one moon
to salt the skin      to taunt the stars

one sun      one moon
to trace the day   to etch our dreams

one sun one moon
to set the fields   to signal the tides
 Jun 18 Selma
Pri
I bite
 Jun 18 Selma
Pri
I bite.
Not with teeth.
with silence,
with sharp glances,
with walls built higher than your reach.

I’m not cruel.
I’m just tired
of being kind first
and torn apart second.

You call it attitude.
I call it armor.
Because being soft
never saved me.
It only made the fall hurt more.

So I speak less now.
Agree less.
Trust less.
I pull away before someone has the chance
to walk out first.

It’s not that I don’t want love.
I’ve learned that even “I care about you”
can come with conditions.
Even soft hands
can leave bruises
you can’t see.

I bite
because once,
I didn’t.
And it nearly broke me.
(inspired by Isle of Dogs)
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