summer girls are butterflies
flirting on clear wings,
broad shoulders, thin arms
the sweetness that comes
after a cursory reflection
deeming you worthy
a window calls your name
you turn, wave, smile
call up confidence and
pick another canvass
for me please; you cant see
my skin, you cant feel
my face. Its hot, so am i
and chaos dissolves my
self esteem faster
than waves take the sand
from the shore
(not that i could see it -
I cant wear a bathing suit
and the trappings of the season
are why im left behind)
