Summer Starts
Stacy and I are both sunburned from laying on the roof.
Lilacs and bottles of white wine on top of the refrigerator.
Reading Salinger aloud.
Bob Dylan.
Falling asleep on the red couch in my linen skirt with a chalice (made by my mother) of wine in my hands.
Tiny black ants crawling over my desk.
The feeling of heat, radiating off my body.
Lilacs and bottles of white wine on top of the refrigerator.
Reading Salinger aloud.
Bob Dylan.
Falling asleep on the red couch in my linen skirt with a chalice (made by my mother) of wine in my hands.
Tiny black ants crawling over my desk.
The feeling of heat, radiating off my body.