Lili Raynaud

the light

By: Lili Raynaud

Year: 2024

Collection: CRWRI-UA 817

This piece was published to literary magazine Same Faces Collective, in their 15th Issue: Solar Flare.

so now we’re in the car  listening to David Gray

& “the whole frosted night is just a song”

  except it’s summer

      and the corn is growing taller by the day

and we both know what it will mean

      when the leafy stalks will be cut loose

like metal  expanding

the house was old and rusty when i was born

now it’s just old

      and the smell of those early days is woven in the walls

staining the air like

        peaches growing old in a basket

  stone fruit  i think :

i am the stone.

  i am the ant crawling its way back out

    caught by the knife

we will watch the corn grow tall and we will know and say nothing

  & i will eat the stoneless fruit happily.