go out, stay out
in july it's dusty summer streets, neon, ink, sweaty skin & musty air. we walk on cobblestone paths & talk, because it's much better to be hot out than hot in.
in august there are vinyl booths & beer bottles, held to head, cooling us off. up to watch the sunrise on farm & market roads.
in september you lean on a fence, a canopy of leaves hanging over our heads, & i make you laugh. i am swinging on a gate.
in october you are brilliant, if only for a moment. my cheeks are rosy & the stars are all on fire. we run through stalks higher than our heads. i win in the short-term & loose in the long.
november, i'm fairly positive, was a mistake altogether. this is the only month in which i don't like the rain, & you roll up your car window while i'm still trying to talk to you.
december is made for dancing in new heels & then without them. i burn my hand on a sparkler & afterwards we eat pancakes at three a.m.
4:51 p.m. - 2004-03-01
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