Sleep through the summer- there will always be another.
Your vampire skin, werewolves dig in,
teeth marks and loose women.
I could hide out for days.
See your car parked across the street, the cold macadam and sun cracked feet.
Impale the skyline with trees, all dead tissue & the mind free.
It feels like the first time– and you’ll never get this day back.
Watch the neighbors work their ant hills and sidestep the fly traps.
Forage the earth for a reason to care,
into darkness and sunlight- the parity of a long, dry summer
and stagnant air