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See that girl kneeling next to the bookshelf in the library? She's whispering the book titles to herself. That's me. Back away slowly, and then run.


February 6, 2020


bluegrass playing
we return from the pool
Windows are down and the smell of pho floats in
The sun laps the horizon like a tired dog
some kind of sweet nostalgic February longing for the summer
the pop of a sprite can
Flip flops smacking against hot pavement
people drinking and talking and little children playing some game
Chalk on the sidewalk
My hair smells like chlorine
Drips of chocolate ice cream on her white shirt
spread out on the twister board 
the approaching storm silences the world 
and we gasp out through the water
it's so hot
grocery store parking lot and waiting for the car to open
then waiting for the inside to cool down
running into the pool-forget the lifeguard-jumping in 
that floating feeling
that latest hit blares over shrieking and talking
a single breath and they dive in
fireworks over the lake
lying in bed and feeling the waves still washing over me
The school lies empty like an ancient ruin
Stepping inside and feeling the air conditioning flow.

Is it really winter?
Republishing with one small correction.

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