Solstice approaches and

windows seem open

air freshes

crickets blare

traffic pops without perfume

windows seem open

germ killer evaps to gas

cleans HVACd air fresher than

spring in this sealed room

windows seem open

but I hear technicolor bugsongs

allthing sensory cave into me

volume intrudes and connects

me here in this tomb

windows seem open

but the backfiring cars just overfrozen jars

popping geometry of crystal and gas

dripping with shards, ice drops

water broken from this freezer’s womb

covid manufactures memories

like taking out jars

freezer door open

now dripping

gaping, my mind can’t exhume

unlocked house doors accidental

cicadae throats joining backyard band

I swallow another drop

sizzle pop gas

waiting for T cells to

find me find me

find me soon