my thoughts sweat like the palms of my hands,
squinting eyes watch swaying Magnolias
wasps float on puddles of water from last night's storm, but
dart away before being swatted;
a torn tent blocks out the harsh sun partially,
its legs tethered to the deck while
lifeless chairs wait in silence for partners that never show;
I think . . .
I am . . .
I try to remember, but
the jeans my mind wears are too tight and faded,
too pre-occupied with laments,
recalling prior acts of loneliness when
loneliness was not the issue at all;
a cat . . .
in the window bears resemblance to my own;
wondering . . .
where am I sitting?
to whom does this chair belong?
a new roof covers most of my possessions
but how thoughtless not to remember my pills,
or washing dishes
or not knowing when to shut up;
gentle breezes cool underarm odors and glad I am
to have brushed my teeth today
perfectly shaped breasts
with my veteran hands I hold,
succulent and tasty,
just as tanned as the rest of you;
kissing . . .
and touching . . .
and feeling our way around strange passions;
worried . . .
too much would be disclosed
or not enough, but
seductive was the evening's breeze around us,
a humid heat,
suffocating us like today;
birds bounce off the grass like touching hot sand;
it is time to put my pen down and close my eyes
for the last time.
July 5, 2012
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