🏖️👗 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

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🏖️👗 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

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✏️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.