lightning bugs, by Fil Wojcik

We spent that summer

sleeping inside tents

admiring the geometry

of such a tiny little place

watching bug-beings being

little pesky warriors,

battling to break into

our honest modest sanctuary

or when we were so high

we thoughts the tent vents

were just clever hidden portals

to an alternate suburbia

and I laughed the hardest

spitting lemon seeds out of iced tea

into ripped paper bags

because I knew you were

the only one watching.

-Fil Wojcik

Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 3
Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 3
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