🏖️👗 the summer I turned pretty except
it’s the summer I squatted my own body
hiii! this is my response to wineberry weed, High Art, papayas, 1989 (Taylor’s Version), the Lesbian Masterdoc, and Larissa’s secret-not-so-secret new project.
xx K
🏖️👗 the summer I turned pretty except
it’s the summer I squatted my own body & slapped down subway stairs & ate every morsel of emotion serving their words at dinner tables floating over oceans fear of cracking eggs insert: Piscean lighting this is my meadow I’m margarita-drunk at the dentist can we just enjoy? the morning? my only cardio is compersion in the club so scatter my ashes on the dance floor (I haven't) been deconstructed yet it’s not really a problem it’s an issue, the risk of gathering strings from my spaghetti heart I asked the spirits to give me a sign they sent an army of seagull lovers
✏️Your Poetry Prompt for the Week✏️
As we head into a Mercury Retrograde in Virgo (oof) your homework is to reflect on your summer and prepare for the back to school season by starting a poem with the prompt, “the summer I turned pretty except…”
Share the results with us!! Love you, bye.
At last! I wrote a prompt! Love you all.
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY EXCEPT…
The trout were laughing in their rainbow onesies
And river spirits of an ill temper sent rocks
Slippery splashing me over as though wonders
Could be worked from a nine foot rod ( hubba
( hubba ) and all the storm drains were full of sand
So’s I took to martinis alone in the dying garden
And left dirty messages for my crocodile lovers
Who wept at my recluse. This summer I slurred,
More hungry than a hole of soldiers, more cruel
Than a widow’s Ganges, and so very very dry
That my good looks were suspected of treason.
Why can’t we play? I’m tidy enough, and clean
My teeth, and bring a balmy tide back up to shore.
Did you see there? The first drops? Could be me.
this prompt is powerful but my italics don't come across in the comments and i refuse to sacrifice the integrity of the formatting <3