April Cerise, In Memoriam
love letters, yellowing with antiquity
2010
sometimes, you can hear the
past echo throughout the
sound of the crickets late at
night--especially during summer--
when all else is silent.
whispering their tales long forgotten,
the skeletons coming to life
and falling out of their closets,
unhinged by the heat.
especially on a
georgia summer night.

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