summer.

Smoky pores: so familiar sticky necks and inner elbows alone I am a flamingo in soft pink cotton free chested bare legged artificial air from blades spun wild- a source for white noise and companionship I miss the greasy weather take away my wired bed shove it under the frame to spend this time together most exposed as I sleep admire my black heads and the semi-permanent smell of fire and ammonia despite the bursting thermometer and idle thermostat your breath on my arms is no nuisance wake me up at six in the morning and kiss my smoky skin