rambling

during the winter i remember pieces of june like the way the wood absorbed the sunlight and we lied in the heat with splinters on our backs and i remember the dripping of the popsicles, the purple running down our limbs like blood or sweat and the sunscreen that stung in my eyes. what about the time when you hung onto the bars and your fingers turned blue or the twisted ankles or the summer we realized we couldn't fit anymore, we just couldn't fit. and i remember the way the backyard seemed endless and i remember the hole in the fence and i remember the sidewalk covered in chalk flowers and that time when a bee flew near my leg and you killed it with your bare hands and i remember thinking "this is love."