by karla hirsch
blue, I mean sky, I mean heat. let’s expand
like yellow parasols, sun-hungry. Build
hives around the barbecue, make islands,
jigsawed from cooling bags, spikeball sets, cards,
their ears bent from last winter’s company.
spread out memories like blankets, huddle
on them. bare feet, I mean free, I mean grass
kisses. nothing, I mean nothing stops me
from watching you unfold, stretch towards the
sky for the football your brother sends up,
up you dive. behind us the barley rocks
the light, thinks itself a wilderness. this
is time’s idle hug. let’s fold each other
into paper planes, lift off in sync—
Karla Hirsch (she/her) is a German-Romanian writer, editor, and educator. She studied English and French literature in Augsburg and Edinburgh. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Brink Literary Journal, The Four Faced Liar, Spry Literary Journal, Tint Journal and others. She's currently working on her first novel.