White hot sunbright falls so heavy,
I melt into my own gravity
as liquid; I am the same energy I was
as a child and as a star
and everything along the way.
There is so much of me.
When I melt I meet more of her,
sit quietly because she does not know me:
my clear memories of hazy summer days,
her ore and heat and light, how we
will always puddle together under
the weight of our sun.
melissa suarez
melissa 