I buried my feet in the sand
With a woolen blanket to keep me safe.
And though the box held skipping stones,
And summer dreamers when no ones home.
Childhood broken telephones…
I’m alone now.
It’s my summer.

I swung my legs into the air
With handcuffs locked protecting my fall.
And in the seat sat a lying lady,
Soaring higher to miscarry the baby.
With playground fun and alcohol maybes…
I’m alone now.
This is my summer.

I pushed my weight down the slope
With cherry-flavored puddles at the end.
And despite the bruises on my back,
And tired eyes from anxiety attacks.
Mother salts my sores in hopes of payback…
I’m alone now.
It’s my summer.

He touched my face with sweaty palms
As the sun brought out the worst.
And we rolled in grass green as my heart,
Because I had envied her from the start.
And though we played sex in the dark…
I’m still alone.
This is my summer.

This is my life.
 
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