Weather Tower Transmissions #2

I’m sweating through a heatwave,
The second one this summer
And you say there’s no humidity in the west,
Just dry, dusty winds
That wrap around you like
Beach towels and blankets and kisses and

The weatherman calls for thunderstorms,
I hear you saying my name until
We melt into our screens
I thought I could start dreaming again

I start a wildfire in your heart
I burn down every bridge I built to you,
Linking our provinces together through
The postal system
I’ll never know your thoughts
On if I’m a well-mannered storm, too—
Can you take me back to two hours ago,
When you told me your palm was perfect for my cheek?

And October can’t come soon enough,
To be held up by the roaring sky above your head
Until you say my name again
For the last time

Like watching ice cubes thaw
In your non-existent kitchen sink

Jasper Dnieper is a 23-year-old non-binary writer who has been writing poetry, short stories, and screenplays for over a decade. Jasper has received multiple awards for their works from the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. Jasper is currently based in Toronto, Canada, where they continue to write and dream.

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