Ended up writing a witchy poem on Mother's day. Remember to leave some broccoli out for Norman Bates tonight everyone.
Green Flash of Lake Michigan
Fields 'round the skate park fill with locusts.
The girls and I watch summer sizzle each
night, lifted smokes to the air, rings on
our skin. Daisy chains,
Olympian protest against Ivy Leagues,
Sisyphean, I mean, the light is lean
between the trees and I won't make
these ladies wait, not with
bountiful hearts to break round
the empty lake, doves to scorn
and spinsterhood to embrace.
But one last semester first.
A pox upon our final yearbook.
Immolation of all sisterhood,
familiars, even sex and love.
A pox upon our final yearbook.
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