This is how I remember August:
summer becomes “scorch,”
a mind-numbing, Sleepy Time
kind-of-hot. Whenever
Summer becomes scorch-
-ing hot, like an egg-frying-in-a-ceramic pan
kind-of-hot, whenever
flip-flops melt on the pavement, they’re blister
-ing hot, like an egg frying in a ceramic pan.
We go get Sonic fruit slushes, we have
flip-flops melt on the pavement, they blister
until the rains come.
We go get Sonic fruit slushes, we have
a mind-numbing, sleepy time
until the rains come.
This is how I remember August!