Selected Poetry by August Hawley
Photo Source: Unsplash instructions on traveling through time on the first day of august when you’ve decided you’re ready to end your self-imposed exile you pick four wild raspberries dangling over your head. you pour some of your water over them and onto the street and this is good enough for now. you can only keep your insides so clean. this is sweet, ripe, summer between your teeth and history on the tip of your tongue. it reminds you of before. they’d be better cold but this is good...