Poems & Essays

13 Jul

Hot Enough to Burn

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In Venice, California,
sunshine draped itself
in inertia but it was
still hot enough to burn.
When you were a girl
in bellbottom jeans,
the earth smelled like
mother’s grilled hearts
of palm tacos; the ocean
swept along the coast
whose skin trembled
over your running feet
of sun-wooed water.
And riding in, after
the heat of an August
summer, mother spilled
her fingers across the
neck of her acoustic
guitar, lips pursed out
the sluice of your child-
hood’s worms, dirt,
light and tears, touring
the space you inhabited
with your tiny atoms in
the weight of her sinews.

 

A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press), has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 200 journals, Columbia Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Writing Disorder, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.
https://www.facebook.com/Lana-Bella-789916711141831/

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