some days you are a slug
in the orchard: i’m never
changing. i’m wearing the
wrong clothes for going out
so i stay in. we spread our
towels and spread out in
the sun. some days there’s
something dumb to do,
enough easy stuff to
feel like i lived, took
a good picture of what
summer should feel
like. if i hurt you in
the process of trying to
have fun, i’m sorry, but
will hold it against you.