Escape

When I think about September, I think about coral.
Coral is really just a skeleton for the animal inside;
the tendon stretched taught behind your heel,
the soft underbelly of a lizard,
the orchid.

But when the sun bleaches white the shallow structures,
when the fever stifles and suffocates,
when the sea boils,
the animal will hurl itself into the open ocean
to die.

This is what makes me think of September:
I see twin skeleton buildings rippling
heat shimmer from flames boiling,
and when the animal inside gets too hot,
it jumps.

—Kate Goldbaum

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