♥

i remember

by the first of august

the invisible beetles began

to snore and the grass was 

tough as hemp and was 

no color- no more than

the sand was a color and

we had worn our bare feet

bare since the twentieth 

of june and there were times

we forgot to wind up your

alarm clock and some nights

we took our gin warm and neat

from old jelly glasses while

the sun blew out of sight

like a red picture hat and

one day i tied my hair back

with a ribbon and you said

that i looked almost like 

a puritan lady and what

i remember best is that

the door to your room

was the door to mine.

anne sexton