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.