The air hangs thick
Humidity and hesitation coat my lungs
Weighing them down with each breath
Heavy sighs do me no justice
I feel the pressure on my chest
Summer has just begun
Already I feel as if I’m suffocating
You don’t seem to notice
You crack open another cold one
Enjoying the heat
You don’t seem to mind my melting
Soon I’ll be another puddle at your feet
People aren’t really hum drum
Just so many had everything else conditioned clean out of them. Wiped of magic, beauty, leaving a bare sort of function. I guess the upside is they can watch TV. That is until some shit goes super sideways in their immediate understanding. Death, divorce, illness. The great awakeners,
And then they can appreciate the trees and spiders.
“My doctor operated on my back, left me in mind breaking pain, so naturally I killed a bunch of people.”
Seems about right.
It’s 120 degrees in Death Valley.
Are the coyotes and snakes safe undergound? I bet the winged ones clear out. I wonder does the baking salt purify the earth?
All day long I dreamed of white squirrels, pearlescent bison, spirit bears crafted by the Ravens. In the end I painted a magnificent race horse, my city’s namesake, and I thought intensely of his epic heroism in unity, his perfection in blindness. What a great emblem for the whole state, really. In Anthroquinine blue and Quinadicrone Red.
I wish school taught people how to fail. We could use some more confidence here.
I still don’t know why you slept with him.
In those far off years, my mind saw miles of cotton candy
surrounding our big brass marching bands,
and the yellowing grass of the run down football fields
where you once told me I’d better know what I was doing.
Four months later I still didn’t know.
You are the story of nut brown hair in my mouth,
and in those far off years I locked to your hips
ensnared,
an entire fraternity screamed get a room.
Not an hour later, I was laid out, spent, and dressed.
Your first kill.
You lived in my den.
Every night or so, we made it
to the sound of Joni, Neil, or Mazzy,
and I thought, hopefully this world would last.
And then you were gone, knowing you liked me.
In those far off years I missed the precious, unseen
knockarounds, and the sweet smell of your hidden neck.
You slept with my best friend,
and I wondered why you chose him.
