Somewhere on the edge of summer
By Kailah Figueroa
my horoscope says that “ambivalence is no longer an option”
i was so close / to leaving the leftover matter / to alleviate & translate /
to force you into strangerhood again.
it’s almost the end of summer & autumn awakes with wide warm arms,
thunderstorms & fluorescent lightning / it’s lesser-loved companion.
all the memories devour me whole again.
i don’t want to be big & brave & conjure up everything i am too scared to be.
i want to diffuse the details / a kind of flashlight love / ever-blinking & yours
to live blurry & unapologetically with no remorse.
i want the lake, the early june sunrise & the delicacy of mindless fingertips.
bare-faced / self-regeneration / a prayer to a future of movement & moonlight
where i’m no longer hoarding the hurt in diary entries & audio messages.
i was trying to live through your lens, your light eyes, trying to
be the dream, the girl, the prevalent place you always
come back to, faithfully & without valor.
sometimes we dream of disappearance,
like it's some kind of freedom from ourselves.
but the remains always stay
with us & our heavy hearts.
i used to illuminate / be voracious for affection,
always waiting to envelope up the love for someone
more deserving than myself, the dream, the girl.
where all my after-hours confessions’ subject matter is blurred by unholy lake water,
a burning sun where there’s no skin to touch / waiting to see a reflection of myself,
where i’m no longer waiting to see you in it.
now i sever the lost moments / rewrite the mind / & no longer believe
in the religion of passive recovery / that these daydreams are premonitions.
i don’t revisit the messages / i don’t keep my mind present in the past.
instead, i write a sonnet for a new season, for thick sweaters & colder evenings.
for a new love-interest to enter the script. / one that’s been here all along,
catching glimpses of her in department store windows & passenger side reflections.
now, no longer stagnant in this period of transition, & wishing
that every ounce i gave will come back to me again.
Kailah Figueroa is a writer, activist and the founding Editor-in-Chief of Mid-Heaven Magazine. You can find her work in HomologyLit, Anti-Heroin Chic, or on Instagram and Twitter @Kailahfigueroa.