Photo by Natalia Lee
They say June babies love the heat.
They make flowers bloom at the sight of their smile.
And I, being one of them, do not like the heat no—-I,
made the flowers and trees bloom their mightiest bloom up to the blues of the sky all while burning them to the ground with the heat of my summer song—-I,
am no June baby.
My mother gave birth at the peak of serendipity making me the daughter of not only her but of everyone else in the world.
And now it’s only hot summer days where I realize the burning of forests around me, raging out of my soul.
They thought I’d like the heat
And instead I set the world aflame.
Where did I go wrong?
Kindergarten 