stories showcasing the power of female friendship

Summer Moon Child

summer moon child,

do you remember when our skin

glowed with energy,

with wasteful, bloody, curdled laughter,

when we communed with willows

under the bright green warning sign

of the sky before it cracked?

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Summer Moon Child

by hannah kenyon lair
Volume 2//Poem

summer moon child,

do you remember when our skin

glowed with energy,

with wasteful, bloody, curdled laughter,

when we communed with willows

under the bright green warning sign

of the sky before it cracked?

/

i remember, and i hope

that when we are both old,

old women, you will let me

hold you when you cry

at stories you have kept close

for so long, and

at stories you have told many times,

still sobbing with mirth

at the absurdity

/

i hope that summers pass

between yesterday and tomorrow

when we find our voices

together, greeting sun with song

and impressing positivity

into the spine of the universe

so we can stand straighter,

step sweeter, and sleep softer