Midsummer

It was so hot outside me and my cigarette smoke sat still.

the normalcy of sirens drowns out the neighbors fighting and the news paper is soggy at the bottom of the driveway.

I come and go from here. Growing in different directions, home has many definitions but something about here…

I've taken things for granted and I've taken what I had to, to survive.

Do we all carry our dignity tucked behind our heart?

I think we were sleeping together for like 6 months or something, we share a goodbye and it doesn’t feel sad.

The ever changing currents of our direction no one is exempt from craving companionship even temporarily.

How human do I have to become before I can give up and go back inside?

The mosquitos remind me I should have worn a little less perfume.

Palm tree silouhettes outline the row houses and even the moon is asleep tonight.

I wonder if we all come to our driveways to reminisce.