knowing it is the hottest year in human history
I still want every day of summer to rhyme with slow
I still want the heavy air that shifts my mind
even if the shifting is my double helixes uncoiling
last night at the boys' house we sat on the old couch out front
I felt gentle with the pink sky framed by the wisteria
he said he wished he could purchase time
an extra 10 hours per day
this morning we woke up naked in the bed
that I'll share with my mother this evening
