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.