Trees Should Blossom In the Height of Summer
in the depth of the heat
the flowers (in shameless
uncompromising color)
should scream love from
every corner of the world
I turned the air conditioner up too high, I think
to avoid the sticky residue that every molecule
of July has left on this skin (that sacrificed its
softness for a healing breeze
and in return
can no longer feel anything at all)
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