ARIZONA

May 29

Written By Nijah .

DESERT DAMSELS

MODELS: @DEVON.SGH @LIKETHEBUGORTHELETTER

LOCATION: TUSCON, ARIZONA

and there are nights when i hate being alone. not many, and not enough to make a habit out of it. but they exist, often finding their agency in moments when i’ve turned my head. those nights are dim; i sit on an island and the sea around me is untamed. heat waves crash onto my curved thighs and standing spine. when i am ravenous for touch, i cradle between the saguaros. self-sufficient, i label myself.

i find glory in knowing that i’ve touched eight o’clock before you. i’ve watched the sunset undress itself before you’ve basked in the arousal of a five o’clock rush home. my mornings are soft with solitude. maybe time zones were invented by the broken hearted. a sense of relief that i am thousands of miles before you; praise be, praise be.