June:
a thick and fine
fat
month
sweat slicked
pestridden
sprawling with orange and purple blooms
oh she is wide, not shy
straddles with forks and suckers
June has a smell to her:
mint and sweat and green tomato leaves
June doesn't fit
into the neat dress skyblue
you wrote for her
the glorious bulk of her bulges
June unzips it
June lays her down on the porch swing
wears her sweat sheen
like bling
June frizzes in that thick hot air
June laughs too shrill
cicada long,
her marigolds and zinnias
all clanging together
June is a fine, wide month:
June doesn't care.
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Just found this today, and it was just what I needed to turn a hard, sad day into something that made me smile. Thank you. <3
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