Summer of
1971
Pearl wails Summertime
and I yearn
for Atlas to shrug
so that I can prove
my strength. My will-
fulness expanded
in an unaccustomed heat,
I dream my way
across the place I should be
taking root.
Living everyone's life
but my own,
I close one world
only to open the next,
forgetful of time
within the body.
You sit across
the table from me
and we consume flesh,
while all along
you think I am more
than just words on a page.