the summer you might see

Laura Fuentes

Year: Junior

Major: Film, TV, Digital Media

Hometown: Fort Worth, TX


dress swaying in the garden

counting monsters you take

an open palm of soft

familiar scales with untrimmed fingernails

scratching your back like the chalk on the sidewalk


you know better than to cry but still you do

and your milk teeth decay and your tongue

burns while spending summer

on the porch smearing plums

on your eyelids and hearing the cicadas


louder than your insides


your heart is a hundred homes

like a lighthouse you must stand alone

you guide yourself to bed

and remember

all this badness there inside you