The Young Floridian

Persona poem first draft.
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The Young Floridian

Sweat on the undersides of my thighs
Skin to cotton to vinyl
Feels like home in the backseat
Of the Volvo,
When the sun pours like hot tea through the window
Steeping my brother and I
In buttery light.
My nose, out the window like a sunburned beacon,
Snatches orange-blossom kisses out of the air;
Eternal citrus.
I swim in it,
Don’t even have to
Touch the water.
My home, where candy cooks on trees
And branches sag like expectant mothers
Under the weight of their fruit.
Neon orbs swollen like embryos
Shrink away from the astronaut’s eyes,
The shuttle’s red nose aimed like mine,
Up, up, and
Away, through atmosphere, troposphere
Stratosphere, mesosphere.
I plant myself there as Aurora,
Tumble light through the night sky
And watch for my reflection
Across the glossy cornea of the world.

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