on swelter days
when her sweat wets cushions
and dogs breathe tooth rot,
wild boars tusk furrows through her tulips
at the summer shack
she finds jarred fireflies on the steps
mostly dead…
children left them there
once a boy pulled the glow belly from a firefly
stuck it on her finger
will you marry me?
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork by Jinni Thomas
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