Heatwave

Rachel Tanaka

Anger left through a skylightI believed was a rejection of form.But it was just the rectangle of lighttouched me to nothing.I stilled and camelike an open door.I stood outside needing everythingto be my extension.This cheap umbrella flippedbecame functionless.Distance is always personal.I could glide foreverif it weren’t for Tuesday,Monday, vapor off my chest.

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Rachel is a poet, born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii. They are currently an MFA candidate at UMass MFA for Poets and Writers. They have poems in Little Mirror Magazine, Poetry Northwest, Overheard, and elsewhere.

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