Your roof in August, hot
A poem by Gabriella Garcia
Gabriella Garcia was one of our Summer 2024 Digital Residents. As a part of this program, we give our residents the option to publish an excerpt of their work, write a process piece, or have a Q&A with us. Here, Gabriella shares a poem that wrote during the residency and shared with her cohort during the Celebratory Reading. To see the other features, visit Well-Crafted, our community blog.
Your roof in August, hot
But not so burning, except on the palms
Of my feet, from sandals off to climb
The cement-brick fence in my blue
Sundress. We lay down with light and
Heat, sunset falling all over me. Do not
Tell me it’s the same sky—I won’t believe
It, never, or how your silence just then
Defied the season, how the watery-
Blue swallowed me whole, how when
You finally asked, quietly, “what really
Lasts?” I thought, just light and
Heat, heat and light
