#clementines

Clementines - Emma Joan , 2025.

American , b. 2000 -

I want to believe your promise that everything will be ripe. I want to exist tenderly with you on the brink of our doom. The cul-de-sac is sweating, the heat is rising. I sit, I sit, I sit. I peel clementines and you stuff them in my face. Juice drips, and drips, and drips. You place a stem of lavender in my hair from my back garden, the end jabs me in the ear. The garage roof we sit on burns us. You say, calm yourself, things will be fine. I say, brace yourself, things are not so fruitful inside.