january sun
I stand in the ray of january light
Inside of my window
I am tepid, not yet wanting to allow myself to feel the carnivorous desire for summer
This is a ray of sunshine that is full of false hope
Warm on my cheek, i press my face to the pane
The air still too cold to lounge about in the grass
And far too frigid to laze on the beach
I want mother nature to hold me
And for all my cold bones to relax and melt into the summers heat
And the wolf moon bares its fangs
As the sun sets later and later
Summer is sending me postmarked mail
From months ago
With a promise of warmer times soon to come again
peaches
i want to sink my teeth into the ripe august peach
please be forgiving
as the fruit juice dries, sticking to my cheeks, dripping down my fingers
crystalizing in the sharp grass below me
the bugs enjoying their share
it is a messy thing
to enjoy life with such vigor
i dreamed up an adult
so perfect and clean, only
to find satisfaction in the stickiness of summer fruit
and dirty hands
and sunburnt cheeks
i once feared scraped knees and blisters
a sign of imperfection:
of you tried and failed.
only to find them on my older self,
gleaming as i inevitably pop the blister, puss raging out
proud of the bike i fell off and rocks i climbed poorly
piles of unkempt laundry await as i leave for another playdate in the sun
mismatch dinner served to hungry mouths sharing
wine and crackers and leftover pierogi
we are at home here in this messy little life