Summer Sickness
Everything in the summer is like a bog.
Even when you live in the driest desert.
Bog, fog, everything is dragging along.
Summer mosquitoes.
Open toed shoes, letting in sand, and mud.
Everything is sinking, sickly.
When it’s summer, you can buy an ice cream cone.
Which is nice for five minutes.
Then the bog, fog, and haunting stretch of road continues.
Summer starts around June.
And peaks everyday at noon.
By 10:30 pm,
We can’t sleep because it’s hot.
Nothing takes away the dry breath and murky feeling.
Not even the summer butterflies which fly erratically.
The window is closed and the air conditioning is on.
Sounds of June.
July will still be summer.
A hotter, more draining summer.
Continues.
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