missing my artemisian summer, those long afternoons pinned to the grass by the sun, sprawled out like a star in surrender, hairline damp with sweat, my shirt tucked beneath my breast, unable to move, each limb heavy as lead, my hair in a tangle of grass, leaves, tobacco, and dirt — and it’s unclear to me where my body ends and where the earth beneath me begins…𓃭 𖤓 𓅃
















