Need is such a hard and heavy thing–
you can feel the weight of an abandoned
home choked by creeper vine. You can touch
drought grass, crisp in the sun–taste
a dish wanting salt.
What I mean to say is, there is a difference
between the baking heat of early August
and exactly how the sun feels today, peaking
benevolence over the rooflines.
It’s been a very very very very very hard time.
And while there is so much I still need—
deep and keen, need, that knife in the back–
for the first time in a long while I am grateful
Pandora closed that particular box
at exactly the right moment.