i can still taste the summer 3 by Varsa-svasa, literature
Literature
i can still taste the summer 3
you have thirty-seven scratches from the rocks
bruises on your toes where you almost broke them
lungs that know the taste of air
& hold onto it longer each time you dive for rocks
you float in water that is familiar
i can still taste the summer 1 by Varsa-svasa, literature
Literature
i can still taste the summer 1
every day
every other day
the darkness of the water
you go into the deep spots
grab rocks and sink to the bottom to watch sunlight
all the space in which you cannot catch yourself
swimming, swimming
you are not afraid anymore
fill your lungs right
the sky knows God
the sky knows rain
it keels over, heavy
and washes over you
matting in your hair and pooling in the dips of tarmac
you can't help but laugh
it is joy, joyous, heartsprung, happy
humans are mostly water
it soaks into your skin
you feel like you are returning to the clouds
your condensation is clearing
I kissed a girl when I was six
ducked my head beneath the coats we held over our heads in the rain
giggled and laughed and thought nothing of it
I left that cornhusk town behind
I don't miss it but I miss it
now all I have left of me, a decade later,
is a handful of broken pencils
two unfinished diaries and copper turtle from Bali
& the marks where I've trailed my fingers over the years
I wish did not feel guilty for wanting