JUNE IS ON FIRE
June knows the heat is just a metaphor.
Another way to say I won’t survive the
season. But I’ll spend what time I have
left with the sun. Drinking straight from
a cactus and watching all the flowers wilt.
Summer is far more lethal than any sword.
The petals fall. My skin glows. I am an ember
and everything is on fire. This kindling heart
of mine longs for the West Coast, for a forest
fire that can put my flames to shame.
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