Black Pop



Stood still on the bridge
Drink in hand, brushing at mosquitos
Humming in my ears
Under a blanket of cirrostratus
Blue blushing pink
The sun sinks into the offing
Casts roaming icebergs into shadow
Ice cubes crack in warm whiskey
Darkening, slow ripples of tide
The world becomes one long susurrus rustle
Cool breeze through new leaves
Fingers through hair
Lone ant marching across my belly
Robins begin to sing each other bedtime stories
Catching the scent of supper
Chicken frying in black cast iron
Soft thighs and salty skin
Time to go in

and finish the last half of Clueless


Author: Kara Lalalala

I write this blog for my family cause I am terrible at letters & emails.

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