Sunny
When life gives you some
sort of citrus fruit, make
an Aperol spritz
Sunstruck
“I needle my sap
onto the page
Seeds into
the ether”
When I was a flower,
I wrote about
how I forced
myself to blossom
to crank out
moist colors
from parched ground
How I grew rays
Halos
Wings
How near death
there was a light
It wasn’t me
Sun-phobic
Blazes of orange
Troll-doll carrot top
I declare war!
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