august

a new month slips in quietly in the midst of a heatwave and heavy emotions

july felt like a kiss from an ex

“let july be july and let august be august”

but I beg for it to be sweet and not consumed by too many thoughts and small talk

big white peaches and honey with mint leaves

diet coke with extra ice

summer is for lovers,

so how can I feel so alone

august is august and i’ll let it wash over me like a big wave

i’ll let the heat from my AC-less apartment cover me in sticky sweat

i’ll eat a bag of cherries in my underwear in front of the fridge

and i’ll continue to write and be hopeful