Looking for Summer in the
Middle of My Adulthood
2015 - 2017 —
digital photographs, family archival matter, poems, photobook
Sink your teeth
into the watermelon flesh
and on your chin;
pink rivers!
Let them flow.
And when they dry,
with your small fingertip
rub them softly,
so that they fall
inside your blouse.
And then your chest can eat
a little bit of Summer.
