My darling, this flamboyant
season moves quickly,
boa around the neck
of June, then July,
then the gasp
of a rotating planet
prepping itself to die ...
to resurrect,
ready as the tick
of the second hand,
ready to say out loud
diaphanous truths
only a vulnerable
world can: Love
was never a question
of whether to leave
or remain. Always,
it’s been about doubt.
Feeling around unseeingly
before sun has time
to wake. About asking
yourself quite seriously,
what can you wear
when you know
you're going to sweat?
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright July 27, 2024, all rights reserved
Posted in Katherine's Coffeehouse
