journal # 08.31.16

all i got this morning is a lot
all i got this morning is enough
all the soft edges of society dissolve like stitches

‘precious dawn’ by k

the last polite evening has come and gone
august given away by september
fade to dawn

‘see’ by k

august walks in

July left the dance with a sway and a sigh, drunk off the summer sun high, the fan and her shoulder blades evenly matched as the crickets kept time safe beneath the wing. August came in hot, on fire, with something to prove… boy, did he know how to move.