Summer

Heat from the pavement
burns my eyes.
Christ.

El fumar mata

Estamos a 0 grados
con el humo flotando al cielo
en un doble hélice.

Toso, respiro, toso.
Fumo.
Bueno:

El humo llega al cielo y,
para molestarme,
comienza a caer a la tierra.

Culebritas de humo
Retorciéndose por el suelo,
agarrándome las piernas,
arrancándome por la tierra.
Un doble hélice cubriendo mi cuerpo
apretándome el aliento.

...And (# early)

And the Sun is bright
today.
And the wind has stopped
today.
And I think I'm fine
today.

And it's not that that
won't change.
And it's not that it
never rains.
And it's not that
I'm okay.

But at least just for
today.