i have always wanted to go to one of their 
little festivals but i never do 
maybe i just want to believe 
that i am the kind of girl that attends 
quaint small town festivals laughing in my sundress with a loose ponytail and a smattering of 
freckles my chest splendent with sweat and 
attention but i am in bed a festival of covers 
my head lopped against a black satin pillow 
the corpse of summer