These Days

Zoe Turtura

for these days;
when waves crashing into my lungs make simple breaths,unbearable.where the alder tree loses its glow from summer –

to winter.

when my thighs begin to mold themselves into canvases,

and the urge to paint is immense.
i remember these words,
“find yourself within the stars.”

- what if I want to be with them?