highway wildflowers swaying like the ocean. queen annes lace like doilies for a tea party never attended. this is a conversation between two parts of yourself. the fever will break soon, but until then ill be untangling you from the knots in my windblown hair. i smell like a wet forest, like long grass covered in sequins. i called your name but was drowned out by the thunder. i remember you murmuring, please, while you took my shirt off. i remember you and the airy please when you pulled me toward you by my legs. i remember pleeease while i learned how to let go. i remember your divine please. chanting it as if itd draw a demon out of hiding. please, please, please. and i screamed, yes.
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About Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal
Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal.