I’m not used to living in a place where it’s still 95
degrees Fahrenheit in October. I’m ready for fall weather, especially the crisp
sweater-worthy mornings. Though at the same time, I’m still hoping it doesn’t
come just yet because I’m still living out of my suitcase. All I have are the
same seven summer shirts I’ve been wearing since June. (Somebody save me.)
Some days, I still enjoy
living in the American South. Other days I hate it. I enjoy my jobs, which is a
wonderful change, but the bug population here is nuts. That and the buildings
here are hideous, and recycling is basically nonexistent.
Moving back to the States after living in Europe for the
past four years has been an adjustment for sure. As my mom put it, my family may
be American by birth, but we’re European at heart. It may take some time to
settle in. But I’m not quite there. Not yet.
Incandescent
the
way the light shines
on
the water at sunrise
birds
herald the day
Stick
Bug
she
dance, the way she
steps—back—forward—back
with those
green
legs she sways, here
Wasp
Nest
don’t. move. when she lands
on
your collar, take her out
of
doors, say goodbye
Culture
Shock
hits
me like a wave—
would
that only the salt is
making
me cough hard
***
Let’s chat! What did you think of the poems? What’s one
unique trait you like about where you live?
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