Summer
The hot air bakes me
in a nice way.
My nose shrivels up inside,
but not a painful shrivel
(like when you say
something you instantly
want to take back)
(like when you want to say
something affectionate
but do not know how to)
(not a regretful feeling like either of those)
a comfortable wilting
like the inside lining of a
fresh-popped balloon
crinkles up to pinch your finger
when you touch it.
My assistant is gone.
I know I said on my other blog I was going to post new art on here, but the Internet went out and I didn't get around to it. Maybe soon!
~*
The hot air bakes me
in a nice way.
My nose shrivels up inside,
but not a painful shrivel
(like when you say
something you instantly
want to take back)
(like when you want to say
something affectionate
but do not know how to)
(not a regretful feeling like either of those)
a comfortable wilting
like the inside lining of a
fresh-popped balloon
crinkles up to pinch your finger
when you touch it.
My assistant is gone.
I know I said on my other blog I was going to post new art on here, but the Internet went out and I didn't get around to it. Maybe soon!
~*
