The buzz of summer 🪰
Summer feels like 4PM on a stoop.
Maybe it’s the heat,
or an overactive imagination,
or bad eyes, but I can almost
see film grain
through the heavy sunshine.And there’s a constant buzzing
in my apartment, on account of the flies.
They’re landing on my things,
my options are to swat them,
or to let them squat here.It’s hard to write poetry
in the dog days,
but there’s contemplation
even in the desert.
Even in summer.
I wrote the original version of this edition last year. And it truly was a note to self—a reminder that I don’t always thrive creatively in the summer heat. And maybe, it gave me a little permission to stop forcing it.
This note to self was written on July 13th, 2020.
In other news, here’s a lil something I wrote on my typewriter that same week in 2020.