summer and i

by Nicole Klostermann
Photo by Cailin Hall
Design by Dominique Coleman

i.
it’s summer and i slice
the soft flesh of my foot on
slick red stones bunched in the bed
of the shallow creek
blood curling into clear water
sun spots in my eyes

ii.
it’s summer and i slice
citrus to embalm in red
wine stains my fingertips

iii.
summer and i slip
into something fleeting
flowers twisted in our
hair but sour sick on our tongues
from abusing our bodies
stringing ourselves along
on the clothesline white
button ups and torn pantyhose
floating in the breeze
the sunrise for breakfast
yolk split with a spoon