Try to stay cool! And if you're anywhere near the wildfires in Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas, or on the Northern Cheyenne Rez, sending you blessings. Please stay safe!
A poem for these hot times.
BLAME IT ON
SUMMER
that I
smile too widely,
grinning
really, and laugh
too loud
and often; that I walk
with spring
and sensual sway;
that I
stretch myself and twist
like a cat
baking in
the backyard
brightness;
that my brain is sun-bleached,
all rule
and thought boiled away, leaving
only
sensory steam;
that my
feverish eyes see strange dancing
flames in
afternoon shadows
along the
sides of streets and Bedouin oases, fragrant
with dates
and goats and acrid desert waters,
in every
suburban garden we pass
while you
argue and drive
and I
stare, heavy-brained with heat
and too
aware of my own body
and every
other;
that I take
a lover,
brazenly,
crazily,
too
sun-stupid to be careful,
in my dreams.Published in Heart's Migration (Tia Chucha Press)
