September

The back of my head faces the sun.

Each freckle cements its investigative hole inside my head,

the Vitamin D floats, empty blanks, down to my toes.

More time, less time.

Exactly, exquisitely, innately.

Solar flares warm my body,

The cellular determination of my skin,

likens me to the sky.

The back of my head faces the sun.

Each freckle cements its investigative hole inside my head,

the Vitamin D floats, empty blanks, down to my toes.

More time, less time.

Exactly, exquisitely, innately.

Solar flares warm my body,

The cellular determination of my skin,

likens me to the sky.