August Tenth

I didn’t care much for the sunset, right here, in the old churchyard with plums rotting at our feet. The pregnant trees bowed to us, sticky, alcoholic; a drunken, golden nest. Right here, perched on the edge of it all, I saw my life unfurled deliciously through the haze of that sweet summer syrup– the electricity of you–so alive, so green, your every heartbeat breathed me into […]