Wax Poetic by Julia Johnson

Half moon kisses across my crown

As I show you the tips of my bones;

I forgot how to turn on the shower at home.

Tell me. I’ve been gone too long.

What is home to a forgotten house,

Echoes held to string along.

Let the sun fall out of the sky each day.

Let it crash into the horizon and burst.

Fear not how the darkness holds your hips, and sways.

Let April turn into May.