It's June, So Let's

Let the grass write a poem into the backs of our thighs.

June is here, and I feel like I can finally unclench my hands and take a deep breath. I was born in the dead of winter, but I’ve always been a summer girl. June is sun-warmed skin, messy afternoons, something sweet eaten with your hands. A little line of sweat at your hairline. Rolled denim shorts and an oversized linen button-down from the men’s section at Goodwill. Bare feet. God, you don’t realize how much you miss going barefoot until that hot summer sidewalk stings the soles of your feet and you’re like yes! It burns so good. I want to gorge myself on June— on strawberries still warm from the vine, on light that lingers past my daughter’s bedtime, on the wild permission to hunger and to be fed.

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