temper

by Nailea Salazar

Somewhere — a redwood, charred bark concealed

in thick haze, wild engulfed.               Life awaits

your touch, lush with fervor. Temper frosts over

We make nice & skate in infinite ribbons.

Nailea Salazar is a writer from California whose work has appeared in Rejection Letters and Mister Magazine. She believes that God is stored inside Meg Ryan movies.