September 4, 2024
7:54 pm
La dolce icecream melts into my hand / just like this summer does, / trickling into hot sand /
On a swing between olive trees / I fly up in happiness / and come down in sadness /
I can't stand the voices of my family / I miss the attention / of my favorite men / I crave a love affair / so gut-wrenching / it would clear my lungs of air /
I thought I saw you in Rome / A second of dizziness / before the dull awareness: / it was but a mere stranger / far from home / Men in suits calling for my gaze / luring me, leading me / through this unrelenting haze
