I govern the change in my life by summers, everything relative to the months my skin doesn't stand on-end vacation sun sheltering my childhood coven, us barefoot-baby-witches the magic all in how we drag our feet on the asphalt & do not bleed the magic in how we race the boys downhill & always win rule out of a plastic castle sourgrass - our hemlock, mix a potion of innocence, of sleepover silence the poison we pick, that is something other than girlhood something other than being shameful dirty or mean, the way the TV told us like fresh sweat & strawberries shared like secrets we pluck the gravel out of each-others knees & ride on there is so much light to cast our bodies into & so much summer left for us
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