Took I-75 South then North. This,
I call my nature walk. Clouds threatened
rain. The trees: like so much broccoli
against a gray colander, steaming
in the humid June Sunday. I come home
to myself more and more every day now–
I nurse myself with linen bandages,
cotton squares: folded-down half moons,
antibiotics and cigarettes. Their itch
soothes my skin
more and more
every day now, too.