This week’s PTK response to Kelly’s poem is coming to you straight from a secret beach on the south coast of Portugal as we exchange pictures of our aperitivos over here in our attempts for an early summer escape - xx W

burnout summer is so 2015 😎

and yet it is another marbled floor house

of anxiety by another ocean

it is the seventh anniversary of our exhaustion

our common language is a short dress

a rental car moving through high grass

our common language is not speaking

and by not speaking I mean

our underarms touch when I reach for the volume control

we’ve all been in therapy by now but I still play

songs for boys who don’t know how to

love me

Your poetry prompt: Pour yourself a G&T and write a botanicals tasting poem 😉🍹. See you soon!