In P.M.
I
Summertime is rough
crickets chirping
my sweaty body and
Even as the sun sets
Sunsets do not bring rest
The same hushed house
Empty swimming pools
The lone ducks in parched creeks
All just a reminder
when I sleep
a.m. you.
Sleeping without
tucked sheets
wrestling with empty spaces
the heat persists night in day out
and the mantel clock ticks the degrees and days past
the nights suffocated by tropical heat
become orange streams of light
flooding from behind screened windows of memory
when you wake
it will be at the same time
39°00’22.2”N 117°43’08.1”E
In P.M.
I a.m. you.
Summertime is rough sleeping without
crickets chirping tucked sheets
my sweaty body and wrestling with the empty spaces
Even as the sun sets the heat persists night in day out
Sunsets do not bring rest and the mantel clock ticks the degrees and days past
The same hushed house the nights suffocated by tropical heat
Empty swimming pools become orange streams of light
The lone ducks in parched creeks flooding from behind screened windows of memory
All just a reminder when you wake
when I sleep it will be at the same time
37°18’07.9”N 122°01’29.3”W 39°00’22.2”N 117°43’08.1”E
Photo: Carlos Caamal (2018)
Poet Bio
Home?
San Jose, California. What is home to you?
Home is where I memorized the sidewalk cracks, the seasons smell familiar, my fish swim, my friends laugh, and my family loves me.
Maya Sabatino is an English Major and Creative Writing Minor at UC Berkeley. She’s been passionate about writing from a very young age and today she writes primarily prose but also loves writing poetry. When Maya is not reading or writing, she enjoys painting, drawing and playing board games. When she writes, she always has a cup of tea in hand and tries to pick the best thematic music for the scene.