summer is long glaring days
the buzz of the air conditioners
the hum of the fan rustling papers
closed blinds cool dim rooms
summer squirms in my humid skin
sun burning crisp the tops of my ears
sweat beading on my forehead
the resulting clustered pimples
summer is for late lonely walks
or a bike ride to the lake’s edge
friends calling you out for drinks
and turning off the ringer
summer has no confidences
i emerge only when i can hide
or rise to the rooftop’s cool breezes
cold drinks and a condensate of secrets
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