at last
the tomatoes are prime!
I delicately search
'round the thorns in my heart
to allow the poor thing to soak it in
the sublime
already subsiding to, at best, bittersweet
the godforsaken humidity
this sweltering heat
the pain from rain
licks like lactic acid, saturating every corpuscle
tethers me tight to existence
making the moving of every muscle
into a memorable moment
so I'm afraid to move again