There’s a poem here.
But I don’t really know what it is.
Or who it’s about.
Or why it showed up.
We were just dipping our feet, in your aunt’s green
algae ridden pool. We didn’t care about
chlorine.
We cared that after spending so much time alone
in your aunt’s house, where there
was no AC so that every
thought
touch
breath
word
felt like they weighed 1000 degrees.
We were worried that we would burn alive.
But we didn’t. And It felt good
to dip our feet.
To let ourselves be cold for a little while.
∞
Bryce Delaney is a writer from South Bend, Indiana. Currently working on an undergrad in creative writing at IUSB Bryce strives to take good care of their cats. Bryce hopes to continue to develop their voice in the world of poetry.
He tweets @jwalls
