savage girls and wild boys

by india southgate.

 
Taut mouths over cotton teeth
Hiding beneath gingham, breathes
Pollen drawn from southern trees.
Saltwater on open wounds,
Swallowing worms to sullen tunes, 
Funeral marches on forbidden land.
My sun has set over greener grass, far
Over the horizon, stretches seasons 
Of frozen fronds, thawing and 
Browning in drought at my feet.
For when you wake up: remember that you are happy.

[unpublished]

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