Andrés

18

The dull ache
at the base of my skull
is back again. It has been there
on & on
since Winter murdered Fall
back in late October.
The seasonal dysmorphia
polar vortexed itself
into an inverted fuckery of nature.
It has also stolen the color
right out of my skin.
May began a few days past
but Winter won't yield
its frosty blitzkrieg. The experts say
it has gotten so bad because
the international climate community
allowed Winter to annex March
but i think that is a
load of shit. We could not stop this demon
with the Summer the that
caused the Chicago fire. And
we cannot stop my headaches
and we cannot stop
all the bees from dying.

Dear Summer,
i can feel your soft heartbeat
every time my mothers face
breaks into smile.
I know you will come back,
I know.