Summer Is | by Corinna Schulenburg

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 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.