August was born wet this year

very human to be imperfect

after so much anticipation

but soon it lights up again 

summer is a contrarian 

tease, cheeks smacked red by heat

solar energy is slow release

so we brown our skin recklessly

gently turning underneath 

the far away half of infinity 

I am so alive 

so alive, and so stupid

give me my water frozen to a stick

and dangerous waters to float on

I am so alive, and if nothing else,

I want to be absurd until Autumn