14.05.2013

it was the sort of heat that wakes you sticky and restless in the night heat that leaves you  sleepy and distracted in class heat that longs to be felt  by bare feet on searing concrete  heard in the form of scream, splash, silence  as you leap off the jetty tastes as the salt of sweat  dripping from your forehead licking melted raspberry ice cream  from between your fingers

summer of ‘08