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[astranatomi]

I have come to make peace with the winter sun.

Dance and drivel

[astranatomi]

The water inside me wants to return home; I'm not sure if it wants me to come-

excerpts from Teeter

[astranatomi]

“I don’t feel myself at all.” She murmured. “When I stand here...by the sea, I feel it’s consuming me-”

“And?”

“It’s good.”  

[astranatomi]

“Stop leaving pieces of your heart everywhere.”

“I’m leaving a trail-”

“For what?”

“A trail to find myself again.”

[astranatomi]

-was all sunshine and crackling ground underfoot-

September

[astranatomi]

You open your mouth and out fall pieces of early September, your breath still tinged with honey- you have not quite let go of summer and she’s letting her hands slide gradually off of your eyes, your brow, her golden touch turning to red like the crescents of indented skin where you have pinched and pursed your apprehension and your face and mine are bathed in grapefruit; 

the sun is drinking to her wane- your lids are thick and uneven, fleecen lashes stirring with the rise of kitchen steam. even sleep has become engulfed so it seeks to engulf you and your blush nostalgia and your fear of throwing away tea bags. your knuckles and the insides of your wrists are soft and raw and now you will start to find the evening sky mimics them.

there were days towards the end when your breath would catch at the glimpse of wrinkled leaf skin and nights when you told yourself the wilting roses were because the sun had burned too bright. you wore an extra-layer and your glasses were copper-tinted- idealism was beyond you or rather you were beyond it as you dipped your fingers again and again into those stagnant, cloud-infested waters.

i’m not here to reassure; i want you to know i was once like you but now i wear viburnum behind my ears and there is a smudge of russet on my upper lip. i felt i had replaced the sun, the froth, with an oven of a heart- the kiln of the kiln is in your mind and yes, your fingers are still tender but they will harden soon. 

you should look up more and if you would only stop unfocusing your gaze, you would find that autumn too has her own gossamer curtains and a cup for your soul.

[astranatomi]

-they go about, young fools, looking for love, the antidote-

excerpts from the Piners

[astranatomi]

Oh, to be stung and ravaged by autumn winds! To be accosted by sudden showers and falling twigs-!

excerpts from Second Spring

[astranatomi]

hello friends, i would like to please hear from you regarding:

- the coming of autumn where you live - your experience at fine dining restaurants (or your impression of them) - siblings

again, like last time, you don’t have to answer these in nice poetry/prose, you can treat these more like journal prompts. thanks!

[astranatomi]

-what if the sunset was the essence of all leaving this earth and the sunrise the day’s cumulative births-?

excerpts from a book inside my head

[astranatomi]

And like the nectar of stolen berries, our love was sweeter in the summer.

excerpts from a book i’ll never write

[astranatomi]

There is no sleep in the summer haze; you close your eyes to blink and open them hours later.

excerpts from a book inside my head

[astranatomi]

August you are pouring me from one cup of salt water to another

I was drowning blissfully before but now I resurface in degrees

(I’m startled by the brightness of my knees)

The waters are growing shallow,

What kind of bathwater am I leaving behind? 

What flowers are they watering? 

[astranatomi]

I have been hurled to the ground,

embedded now in ears of nodding wheat,

the night sky is your face, the stars your teeth,

you smile; i am blinded.

[astranatomi]

Stars

The stars with their pale fire

Have consumed me; 

They have rendered me dumb, 

Shining.

[astranatomi]

“There were times when parts of the sky would quite literally burst into flames, licking at the toes of clouds like rosy, skittish terriers.”

— excerpts from a book inside my head

[astranatomi]

Chrysalism

I sit in the womb of the storm,

My heartbeat has drowned out the rain,

Slowly it slips out from my back,

And once more I breathe again.