Sonnet No. 1— July Like An Asphalt Stripe
and red palms from the heat of the street
By Mal LSPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Koreatown, Los Angeles (2019) courtesy of Sean Klingelhoefer
don't you remember anything?
my june love is up like luck
handstand my palms into asphalt street,
my summer skin been hot to the touch
tadpoles, don't dry up this year
river waters been up like my luck
the dog ran out into the road
I call, she comes— if mom saw that'd be tough
swift waters swept away my still
big sun been full like my luck
when my feet slipped on the pebble's smooth
my body laughed— it used to fold and tuck
I am not ready to die, July! Magnolia tree
been growing wild like my luck
About the Creator
Mal LS
MALLORY LEI-SMITH is a queer writer in Los Angeles, CA.
Moved by birds, she's had research on songbird populations in King County published by the Audubon Society. She is an Octavia E. Butler scholar at the Huntington Library of Research.
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