April
From the collection Catching Dusk With Our Teeth
By Morgan LongfordPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
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April
Catching dusk with our teeth, we claimed April as our own.
as We
laid on our backs languid in youth
fervent in self-importance.
The trampoline sagged beneath us with
the weight of our choices, our words in our pockets.
lacking nothing and knowing everything except that:
18 species of fireflies
exist in California and they flicker so dimly we didn’t know they were there.
Except:
what would happen tomorrow.
Except:
what would happen the next day or years later when
vows were made in haste and broken
broken in hopefulness and desperation and selfishness; broken. in.
we caught April in our teeth before we watched from afar.
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