Midsummer

By | 8 June 2020

Pale sky high clouds the heat soaks into the concrete
making shadows out of everything it’s the Establishment
of Summer again the city open to light and humidity
see the dust gnats pollen tinsels of pollution
the sweat on my arm coursing through the hair
like cars along the winding coastline where my brother and I
swam and paddled as dogs swallowing brine small stones
our own piss our mouths embittered only to spit
at each other’s face the length of the shore measured
by the clams we picked then dropped into the blue bucket
we laid the shells on charcoals at night watched them
crackle their meat dead and full of sand
the sand of some other beach where my childhood
friends and I dug with our hands nails collecting grains
a pit to bury driftwood crabs and soda cans
a treasure chest we made no map to wouldn’t uncover
even if we stood on the X one more time we shouldn’t
ask for the keepsakes we’ve gifted to the land let the land
remember us let it remember for us because I can’t return
to the time the girl I liked lay next to me the damp towels
the fearful sun the angst of not knowing how to talk
without leaving a clue of what I wanted we ran
to the waves and sank ourselves so we could touch
spume clinging to our skin a straitjacket of salt
we struggled to strip off it was sticky it was
bliss eternally thick on these bodies of ours dear
brother dear friends my dearest girl here we are
look how much we’ve perspired on this day
there are things we can never wash off can we

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