Arenál

Thick buttery-smoke air
Clogs my pores
Heaping volcanous body
Sleeps & breaths
In this sticky ardor
While I am merely a speck
Lone & dense in mass
       Natural space, lush greenery
My face slaps the air
That hangs so low
& it curtains the muddy
Rainforest floors 

You’d want to exist here

Beneath the thickness
Beneath the cumulonimbus plush
To feel—at once—saudade  

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About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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