come in, June


Come in.
I am sorry for the
lack of energy,
would you like
some lukewarm
tea? Well, we
are tired zombies,
avoiding (or wait-
ing) for the wind
of death, we are
suffocated not by
the unseen killer
but the cruel knee
on our throat for
centuries, (we
chose to close
our eyes on) well,
probably you know
what May did, and
all the months before,
yes, there were
some cherry blossoms
blooming, some
midnights with
crickets singing, but,
our muscle wings
are quite rusting, our
tiled feet itching, this
year is a candle
dying, fading like a
half evening
moon, so June, can you
please bring healing


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13 thoughts on “come in, June

  1. Very appropriate for the times we are living in. June indeed brings with it hesitant trepidation in my case, where I fear new headlines will crop up by the time I wake up. I feel so anxious that I can’t sleep sometimes, and this is only the first half of the year.
    Beautifully written.

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  2. This is strong, sister. Your metaphors are incisive–rusting wings and “tiled feet,” for instance–and your use of time is impressive. May was hard, wasn’t it? What will June hold? You’re right to hope for better, for some healing. I’ll be hoping with you!

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