mitchell-and-ross:

“What Was: A Collection,” 2011

Four poems laser-cut out of birch wood.

1/4 “Summer:” How many hours do you think we spent up there, squinting at the sun through the trees? Do you remember how the heat seemed to slow our movements, our conversation? How we slowly shifted ourselves across the shingles, taking comfort in small patches of shade. Peeling off what little we had on, we step into the shower, red faced, sweat dripping from our foreheads and temples. As the cold water blasts across our bodies, we inhale sharply. Stepping out, you grab a towel and despite the heat, wrap me tightly inside its warmth.

- Sam