It could have been a bright morning
With silhouetted curves
In loose sundresses
Hair like silk
Skin like milk
A tall glass of beauty
Cool
Salted edges
And sweating
Icy condensation

But that’s not how it is
It was dark
Humid
And ever lonesome
Milk and youth evaporated
But dregs cling to an translucent glass
Sour and bitter
It could have been a bright morning

-Galwyn

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