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.
