by Lucy Rattner
August allows me to take a deep breath
before stepping off the diving board,
into the blue,
into the gentle waves that float me along their current.
I am lazy and alive, sucking on strawberries and spitting in the sink.
I dance, no, sway, under the hot sun that holds me,
rapt, in awe, in sweet shock.
Lucy Rattner is a 20-year-old poet from Rockland, New York. She adores the sublime, the surreal, and the sentimental. Her work has appeared in Midsummer Magazine, Scribere, and Pinky Thinker Press, and has been featured on the Viewless Wings podcast. She has been nominated for the 2025 Pushcart Prize.