Tank

A Powers
It's not cold enough for me to give up my tanktop.
I clink to the silky, scant material like a rope dangling from summer.
I'll climb up it, into the leafy boughs,
and suck the fruit of the sun, warm and sticky on my tongue.
But nor today. Today is September 2
and the cold wind bites my shoulders, a jaded lover
that cannot be glued back together,
claws my coat, a frightened animal.
I am foolishly draped in a tanktop,
unwilling to go back to sleeves
and the stale incarceration of winter.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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