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Wettest June on Record
Jun. 12th, 2022 10:31 pmEveryone I know looks like a grownup, suddenly. Each thing we gave up seems to have left a line, under our eyes. Maybe it's Seattle, this "wettest June on record." Maybe we're like the canyons, carved by the mist, running down. Maybe, if we went outside in our rainboots, twirled around in it like we used to, we could wash it all away,
and I could run back to your jacket, like I used to. I remember moments where I felt caught in your gaze, glittering, like a raindrop on a rose. These days, I just feel heavy. Sometimes, it seems amazing that the Earth can support all of this weight, and we don't somehow push it out of its orbit, out of the sky. What would it feel like to be on a shooting star?
Maybe, if we lie still in the ferns for long enough, we can become a nest for fairies. Just watch quietly as everything grows back, and creatures lighter than us dance in the sunshine, and then snuggle down to sleep.
and I could run back to your jacket, like I used to. I remember moments where I felt caught in your gaze, glittering, like a raindrop on a rose. These days, I just feel heavy. Sometimes, it seems amazing that the Earth can support all of this weight, and we don't somehow push it out of its orbit, out of the sky. What would it feel like to be on a shooting star?
Maybe, if we lie still in the ferns for long enough, we can become a nest for fairies. Just watch quietly as everything grows back, and creatures lighter than us dance in the sunshine, and then snuggle down to sleep.
