A summer hot and violent
Taught us how to warp time.
We sleep until the sting of sun
Hits our vacant pupils
At just the right angle.
Then the fever dreams 
Of crashing on the highway
Dissolve into the tepid rain
Like sugar pills; we are sweet
And we neglect the diagnosis.
We do nothing to help ourselves.
We rot in the noon heat on the tar
And find any way to hurt 
So we can feel real like we used to.
Ground ourselves in skin and bone,
We’ll prick the needle to prove its there,
Create a wound just to heal.
If we sew our bodies to the earth
We’ll never have to worry about our heads
Buoying us towards the night sky.