It feels like a long, slow melt.
That just so
hot, late, early, bright, dusty, hazy
transition from soaps to cartoons,
pizza rolls and freezer rummaging experimentation,
in-and-out-so-just-pick-one-already!
Tired, burned from the pool and
you can't make me leave!
This just before
the bank closes,
but the good bands are finally almost up,
and I am fried, crispy-red, baked,
and timeless.
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