Dawn drags the blue glow to earth earlier now.
June hits me hard.


Someone pitiful had kissed him, it had never stopped.

A freckle just off center on his right knee, brushing the dashboard. 80 mph.
July.


My dog tears the blemish of skin beneath his collarbone.
It’s 10 pm, again.


Staring at baby doves in traffic, peak stillness, heat -
The high suspended, a forever low, weakening (humming) buzz. 10:02 pm



Summer ended. Unbearably.

Naked, pale in his bed, torn sheets. Screaming dogs, peak blue.
The fires had returned in the final days of August and stretched until January.
Screaming sheets, pale blue, peak dog

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