june: the month of lovers

the smell of the lake water rises over the rocky shore, and the grass is soft in the afternoon light. the sun overhead grins down on her shoulders, caramel and warm. she sits upon the rocky bank and becomes drunk on the way the icy water feels against her skin.

and i,

i sit nearby and fall more in love with this feeling.

nostalgia about the first time.

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Megan is a writer, poet and visual artist. She lives with her cat son Felix in South Texas and enjoys tea, fuzzy blankets, most foods, and reading. Here, you can find bits and pieces of what she’s working on.

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