August

Since we're getting all seasonal. An old scraplet (2004?) from the Black Book

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It's August, and we're sitting on the porch
Each in a slick
and sticky
second skin.

It's August, and we're sitting on the porch
Freezing our teeth
with sweet iced
Lemonade.

It's August, and we're sitting on the porch
dreaming hot
and hazy
lazy
dreams.