Trigger warning: drugs, language/swear words, genital reference 

spring

it is early april and the chain link fence is red hot in 
the sunshine, morning glory weaves its way 
through the spindles, she’s rolling a joint with 
stubby fingers, it’s thin and straight and we follow 
the smoke as it winds through the van and out the 
back door, and from the speaker a girl with blue 
bangs sings about her pussy, and our lips crack at 
the corners as we smile in what feels like fucking 
forever

it is early april and the windows are open as you 
and i lay in bed, and i can hear cars driving by and 
i want to snuggle but you say it’s too hot, so i just 
trace a sweaty finger down your back, and you roll 
over and promise me with such blue eyes that you 
will love me no matter what

it is early april and i am looking in the mirror and 
seeing something new, the sun doesn’t set until
late evening now, and we are shaking dust 
from the curtains and cobwebs from our lungs, 
the trees are all in bloom and so the fuck am i 

About the author

El Bentivegna lives in Cleveland with their husband and their five cats.

Photo by Abhishek Koli on Unsplash.