I.
I don't observe
the day between
the summer solstice
and a midsummer's eve
anymore
I've abandoned the rituals
that commemorate
a shift in season,
my over-ripening years
and celebrate
my sickening sense
of hope.
II.
By day, I could apply
a defensive membrane,
an anti-cancer cocoon
to protect me
from the shrapnel spewed
from a blooming sun
but night permeates my skin
and wishing stars curl up beneath
like...
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