Jenny Forrester and Amy Souza

Amy Souza
Inspiration piece

Jenny Forrester

I wish you would’ve listened while I was water and you were sand. It hurt to fly into the center alone, to the vanishing point where you flung me, where you fling everyone because you’re always in some fight or other, some performative firefight. Blue Angel, you. I splashed the sky, changing the arc, dissipating, creating the weather, making you wish you would’ve listened then, too, when you were beach and I was bubbling.

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