June

Dear June,


You are that first pair of shoes that I tied on my own.


The book with folded corners and coffee stains,


The lipstick on my teeth.


You are the song I do my special dance to.


You are my special dance.


I know you like i know the hobo outside of E-Z-Mart.


I treasure you like I treasure my first whiff of

honeysuckles in the spring.


I fear you.


I like fear.