Summer Fling Summer crashes in one day, drunk as usual full of crude jokes and maudlin love poems, and you can’t help yourself: he’s a drug, he’s a bad boy he serves a heady cocktail of nights at seventeen, driving alone past fields of fireflies, the constellations that held your hand through heartbreak, through the creak and snap of growing up. Summer keeps those stars in his pocket, and brings them out just as you tire of humidity and air conditioning, the too-obvious beauty of peonies, zinnias, asters. And you are seduced again, your old body feels silvery and touchable, and before long you’re drinking wine naked by the edge of a pond, planning your next good life. Sara Eddy Sara Eddy: "I am the assistant director of the writing centre at Smith College, in Northampton, Massachusetts. Some of my poems have appeared recently or are forthcoming in Threepenny Review, the Baltimore Review, and Spank the Carp. My chapbook of poems about bees and beekeeping, Tell the Bees, was released in October of 2019 by A3 Press, and another chapbook of poems about food, Full Mouth, will come out from Finishing Line Press in October 2020. I live in Amherst, Massachusetts with a teenager, a black cat, a white dog, and three beehives."
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