Purples in the sky LILY ROSS
The mosquitoes lick my hairy legs with their yellow tongues when it’s golden hour and I’m trying to journal or some shit. I itch my left foot on its left side and little white flowers drown in the sun’s wet skin. Red shorts say bold, casual, unopposed to homosexual activity. Some trees look green and others look gentle, and my skin is peeling tik tac toes every time I lay outside for too long or think about the way your perhaps cooks itself into my letting go. agave review • 15
