Some summers the heat just…
sinks in bone deep, overtaxing
the body, the brain, the heart;
Shade affords little reprieve
and cool water turns warm
well before it hits the lips.
Even the sloughing of skin proves vain.
Even the shedding of...
things burrowed deep where
some summers the heat just
sinks in...
yet it all feels further
than the nearest star.
yet it all feels further
than the nearest star.
