Almost Over
The neighbors
fireworks are just
far enough away
from the fourth
to be annoying
A glance at your
phone reveals
it’s past midnight
The feeling that
June is almost done
crashes over you
like the waves in
Santa Monica
They knock you
to your ass while
he watches and
laughs, pointing
Still, you sit there
like an idiot and
let the water lap
at your chest
Because with you
everything, much
like June, ends
in quiet defeat