Boy, I spy you among the peaches and pears an orchard fire how you dangle that cigarette, like death is just one more thing to press between lips. I see your stripes, how they stretch your body like a picnic blanket for me to lay my whole self down. Listen, frisbees buzz the air like swollen dragonflies. Listen, summer has her plans for us but she won't say. I'll say this. Yesterday the grass asked for water, now feel how wet the sky left her. I don't believe in morals but I'm fond of invitations and consequences. Boy, right now, your hand could ask for what it wants and the whole damn sky might say yes, might say it again, the way all these peaches and pears keep falling into the ripeness of our laps like there is no full.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Corinna Schulenburg (she/her) is a queer trans artist/activist committed to ensemble practice and social justice. She’s a mother, a playwright, a poet, and a Creative Partner of Flux Theatre Ensemble. Poems in: 86 Logic, Arachne Press, Canned, Capsule Stories, Eclectica Magazine, Oroboro, Lost Pilots, LUPERCALIA Press, and Zoetic Press.
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