Sticky Clementine Fingers and Lavender Fields: A Summer Reflection, by Kinsey Major
Construction
The Loud Bang!
hammers reverberating
off the metal pipes.
Old things torn down to
make way for the newer,
and here I am now
building new of what was old
My hammer swinging,
I whistle a tune…
Bikes
A magnolia,
I see stretched high above
Protects me and shades
As I whirl past on my bike
The hair slicked to my neck
wet from the waterfall I jumped
into, finds its’ way to flow behind,
A trail of water
You right behind me
Our clementines rolling around
in the baskets we zip tied to the back
how fast we go!
How do my small hands
grasp these sunset skies?
How do I scoop some into
the empty jars I collect
Memoriam
Bodies
My body moves
Not in a graceful
Float
But in a clunky backwards step down the stairs, type of way
It’s embarrassing
My body trembles
My body bends and
Breaks, for your
Pleasure
What do you need
Want and desire
My body yelps
My body contorts to your idea
Of a stubborn girl who
Doesn’t take shit from anyone
Really she just wants
Authenticity
My body craves
My body slows down
Trying to take up my own space
Exhausting the hours its
Spent trying to prove its
Raison d’etre
My body quits
Front Driveways
My mother,
Lavender
her lavender bushes bloom big
and full in the relentless
texas skies
My mother,
Loved to sunbathe
reflects her love of
the plants she loves so dear
the color she chooses everytime
My mother,
Thrives in the sun
while some prefer the shade
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine”
a familiar tune
your favorite song
Blank Morning Stare
Low
Soft buzz of a fat back TV
Reminds me of the engulfing silence
I keep it on to set a tune
It’s a whisper of a friend
Stay on
Don’t go
I don’t want to face this day
alone
Home No More
I did it. I came ‘home’
for the 1st time in weeks
to an apartment that looks foreign
for months no one has abided there
It feels like the time
I visited my now deceased nana’s house
a year to her passing
There were no signs of life in the house
but it seemed as though time had paused
on the afternoon she passed
I opened the fridge to find it bare
once a place of refuge for an individualistic
early twenties female
living alone
Now a storage space for memories of a past life
Acid In the Desert
Tab
A tab
A tab placed
Under my tongue
Hidden from you
Heat radiates
Heat radiates off
My body;
A lizard sunbathing
Altered experience;
Subconscious?
Bubbling up
No, no then
Just now
I lay naked in my tent
Exposed
Thinking of snakes
Slithering over my skin
Consuming
My silhouette
Tab
A tab
A tab placed
Under my tongue
Hidden from you
From me too
Ghost
Everything is a reminder of you
and I hate it because it is not
If only it were as easy
as seeing an object with your
Resemblance
and satisfying enough to remember you
but it isn’t
it won’t ever be
The time we spent together
feels like invisible scars
that affect
every part of my being