every season

Photo by cengiz sakarya on Unsplash

i’m the first day of fall
the second day of winter
the third day of spring
the fourth day of simmer-
pot streets
one-twenty-degree
fahren-heat

and so i loll in sunbeams
they catnap on my cheekbones
bleach out my corkscrew mane
toes castled up in foam-
water sands
an interlude
from zigzag land

where feal leaves shuffle
they cascade in tart vermilions
my follicles shrivel up
my eyes leak thickened-
tears from loss
i cross swords with time
my whines are dross

and wait for me on frigid glaze
an avalanche of fails dwell
at times i’m flesh without bone
collapsing in a grayscale-
laden mood
i sip on rest
and fortitude

as sustenance to stage-dive
into songbird blooms
that crowd-surf me back to
longer lit and rebirthed noon-
days and i purge
i’m…