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No Summers
Sometimes, I feel I’m dragging my corpse
Uphill, my shoulder blades morphed into razors
Sometimes for a teasing moment I can relax
Into the softness of peonies,
Then I jolt awake into reality,
And there are no summers-
no saviors.
Just me and my ribboning knees,
Taking to the ground under the weight of a
Waterboarded soul, inconvenient for
You to love,
But so easy for you to do what you please
Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026
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