The Mine was due to rise in thirty minutes, and Regge wanted to grab a bowl of ramen planetside before his shift started. He biked through the smoke and stirring bodies and boss-bots buzzing around ... [+]
Megan Friedman is a poet from North Carolina. She received her B.A. from UNC-Chapel Hill. Megan enjoys writing about nature, friendship, and love. "The Last Week of May, and June, July, August" was originally a finalist in Short Édition's Long Story Short Award contest, 2022.
when the morning still brought mist and sweatshirtshot coffee in mugs of every shape and colorwe were sitting on the hillI taught you how to whistle on a blade of grasserupting in jubilance and joyhow nature's kazoos meet birdsong and laughterand we were rollingrollingrollingwith bright blue ice cream dribbling downour fingers and chinsstickier than desireholding sticks with marshmallows on the endsand tadpoles in our handsand goodwill in our handsand hands in hands in handswith knotted bracelets on our wristseverlasting bonds connectinghammocks swinging side by sidewhen the sunset lit up your