living life like a larkspur

by Emily Stimac

beautifully blue

skies above

spiked but softened or is it the other

way around?

they don’t deserve the way you bend for the summer wind

the way you are made from the dregs of July

the things that broke you—broke me too

reclaim it now

they don’t deserve something so delicate

so wild and cobalt

untethered by life

let them not look at July for the scorching heat

rather at you, my larkspur

prickled into satin points

bend, bend, bend for them

life is not fair but do it anyways

glow in delphinium rage