🍉 I was supposed to write a happy poem because

The sun is finally drying the side walk, and I’m eating watermelon.

Hello everyone! Larissa here! Back on Wednesday as promised. I’ve been back home, in our southern hemisphere. Our summer is slowly showing itself in the warm swell of sunshine and the growing melon display in the produce section. This piece comes as a response to Issa’s piece from last week, my own feelings from the past month, and the devastation that comes from knowing there won't be future summers for too many.

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I was supposed to write a happy poem because

The sun is finally drying the side walk,
and I’m eating watermelon.

and my slip and fall wasn’t too bad, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and I’m meeting my needs, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and the Ritalin is working, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and my dog is waking me up, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and the hammock is hugging my back, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and the candles I’m burning smell like Tropicalia sounds, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and the future is shining snow, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and the records keep spinning, 
and I’m eating watermelon.

and I cannot write a happy poem,  
I’m still eating watermelon.

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L