Oh summer is the
Damp fold of
My
Thin cotton skirt
Pressed
Between
Bleached bare
Legs
Salt powdered
Thick white
Flour
Over cherry-pie
Cheekbones
And the Wind's
Lank fingers
Dripping cold
Whitecap kisses
Down
My
Slick scalp
And along each
Hard
Peach-pit
Vertebrae
Damp fold of
My
Thin cotton skirt
Pressed
Between
Bleached bare
Legs
Salt powdered
Thick white
Flour
Over cherry-pie
Cheekbones
And the Wind's
Lank fingers
Dripping cold
Whitecap kisses
Down
My
Slick scalp
And along each
Hard
Peach-pit
Vertebrae
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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