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Sticky Summer

a poem

By Falen WilkesPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Sticky Summer
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Sticky Summer

I pictured grief as cloudy

so cold that you bundle in soft comforting things

not as sticky summer days

where even the skin feels ill-fitting

but six deaths in a year

or, a sudden shift of landscape

requires grieving

no matter weather’s moods

and just like sticky summer days,

grief I’ve never been comfortable with

I said I wanted to learn to accept death,

not fear it.

and I may not fear it anymore

but I feel it, ever-present

in the corners now absent—

and the silences left

where conversations were—

in the edge of the garden

where a headstone now sits,

and a houseplant

fertilized with ashes.

all carried in my sticky summer skin

sad poetry
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Falen Wilkes

Writer. Poet. Hopeless Romantic who is terrified of love. At home by the seaside and deep in forests.

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