when did summer? why is this

person? how do tropes arrive

in bed and why is sweat on me? pores expand 
to swallow intimacies your skin forgot

or is it my skin, or can you please come

here and think, about ikea and what we could look like
in ridiculous beds, I wonder: who am I? why am I

in this bed? I don’t care because

it’s summer. everything is on fire 
if I sweat on you and you sweat on me the water

will keep us safe. this is a mode of leakage

by which I mean linkage, by which I mean:
if we arrange our bodies like this

 * I roll you over onto your side*

our bodies make a certain shape
no one knows

what these characters mean

and no one has to because 
it is summer

and one meaning leaks into another

which is why
I miss you
my god, this bed

I love it