/lit/ - Literature

I see these threads all the time and never post because, well, I've never attempted to write poetry before. I figured I'd give a quick little thing a shot.

It's called Back Porch Bedroom.

"Cicada Sound Scratched my ears.
Lazy panting at my knee.
I wore the air that summer's eve,
unconcerned with those who might see.

The dripping sun stained me-
from white to orange-rind.
One place those rays couldn't grab me-
my big fat fucking behind."