Finding home on rooftops that aren't yours

By Gabriela Herstik

Photo by Sophia Lynn

Photo by Sophia Lynn

The air is thick
Hot and heavy.
They don’t tell you the sun shines differently in Georgia.
It clings like half smoked spliffs,
Under clouds that curve
Bending
And begging for
                         less
                             heat.

I am both-
Suffocated and enraptured

While the sweat trickles
Down
My
Thighs.
I am whole and holy.
As the southern sun shines between my eyes.