The Swerve

Summer is here.

How could she come

So fast?  April and

May—I knew she

Was coming then.

But it was still

Such a surprise.

Today smelled like

Summer.

Sewage.

Armpits.

Rotting watermelon.

Bare skin.

Sunscreen.

Sugar.

Grass.

Pollen.

Old air conditioning.

Wet wood.

All the smells of sum

Mer Rush up my

nostrils.  And I scream,

Because I didn’t fin

Ish  What I needed

to do So that

when summer came

I could breathe it

All in Without

lament.

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