she strained to hold on to the good parts
when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off
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spilt milk
with the fear of stagnation
she became a shapeshifter
july
there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies
one summer
“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool.”
~ Sarah Dessen
drive in
summer nights
we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon
in our pajamas
equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food
and fall asleep halfway through the feature
Licht Years 