Writing

yesterday 
to you i was nine years old 
with a black hurley hat 
that never left my head 
the hat that you would take 
and try to hold it far above 
my reach knowing i could never get it 

The heat was oppressive these last two days. In the house it was unnoticeable, the rooms cooled by the central air conditioning system. But something was off, you could tell.

Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.

Is what I hear from everyone.

where do ripples come from

i wonder

these little 

escalating things 

perhaps they come from

the speed boat 

a few paces out 

sharp short

and jagged 

or maybe 

Now that it's summer

the museum I live almost next to always has a concert going on

sometime around 5 going to 9:30

the bass inside of my ears

as I try

and fail

to fall asleep.

It was the time of year

when it was summer

but it wasn't miserably hot

wasn't disgustingly humid

it was the perfect in-between

the Goldilocks zone of summer.

It was a double camping trip

my family