for the after
for the after
for the after
by Holly Genovese
summer—we have all seenthe dread, normalcy haunts—
a break from life, a life we wish we didn't need a break from
the unwanted hug: cloying, unrelenting, holding tight
all consuming heat, soothed only by the pool, the ocean, the ice packs on my neck
on the farm—a long dead dream,
(the plywood swing—-the 200 year old tree—- the fields for horses running and—-for little girls reading—- the burn of the concrete on bare feet)
but always summer’s true north— the last gasp of strawberries destined for pies—
for us and the after
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Featured in our October 2022 issue, "Haunted"