XXVI - KISS.

he kissed 

the summer 

right out of my

mouth

and didn't

bother to ask

what season 

i was in.

thankfulness

fell away to a rage

that no one would 

validate

because i guess i'm just

expected to be

grateful.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Very well written. Superficially simple, the poem actually digs deep into memories and emotions of love and hate. I love your use of “seasons.” Each stanza carries its own powerful punch. Keep it up Emunah.

[Emunah June.]

Michael! I appreciate you so much! You're gonna give me an ego at this rate.