Summer '19

Summer ‘19

Scrambling among

Stars n stripes

against multicolored bangs

that mock bombs.

My nose dips inwards

like a turtle to its shell,

as charred meat

seeps my nostrils

The sun is at an all time high

But my thoughts dredge

through pink trenches

within a canvas,

once my brain.

Bodies blanket

the beach

and I melt into a black couch

between a television’s static

and a hard white wall.

three months

of three thousand curses

bleed out of

the dog day’s

asphalt

An ancestor,

thickens among

the humidity

and

melts into the sidewalk.

The summer of 2019.

The solstice’s oddest number

and a time for

smashed dreams,

sinking in the pool’s chlorine.