thinking about summer in terms of my loneliness
the epicenter of summer
seems to be lost
how, not so long ago,
we’d eat fruit on our front
porch—-a clear, glass bowl
filled with watermelon, strawberries,
cantaloupe, peaches, & pears—-delighting
in the sweetness as our fingers
became more & more sticky
& wasn’t it last summer
that we sipped iced tea
under our back gazebo—-
oh yes, & we talked about
our sadness & your leaving
my mind is haunted
at the image of you
waking up nude
on a stranger’s chest,
bloodied & bruised
our lives are wrecked by tragedy
& now we fill ourselves
with the mortal love
of one-night-stands
& i eat bruised strawberries
straight from the container
all by myself
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Bummer. Good imagery walking up strangers chest bloody and Bruised. I liked ending too.
That last stanza is a stunner, beautiful and evocative of the loneliness …Kevin