In the Summer, Mississippi

In the Summer, Mississippi

You hate everyone the same.

That sweet sigh evening once pressed against my lips

has now turned to Your night

filled with the electricity of insects screaming for relief.


I’m no longer afraid, Mississippi

you see

I have a lived a summer in Your city.

I have stood by Your Great River

past the kudzu strangled growth

waiting, watching, as Your water collected.


You see, Mississippi,

Your voice, is now my voice

is now rolling, falling puddles under cicada spiral legs.


We have become familiar, Mississippi.

When I lie down Your heat creeps over my body

and I am left like Your other creatures

pressing against You

begging for reprieve.






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