this will be:
a strawberry salad summer
a small plan struggling through sidewalk summer
an endless walks through endless parks in endless dark summer
a summer not unlike every other
but a still somehow differenct summer

but now I am lusting for my red-green-yellow-ish apple
and wondering:
if they can make apples all year, why can't they have peaches
and wishing
i had brought something other than my skirt
to wipe my
sticky-sweet-summer
hands on.
also, my water tastes like sand.