I thought I was hallucinating but it turned out it was just crickets
Which turned out to be neighbors
Which it turns out are a TV.
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
(I knew you were my)
It's not summer
But the temperature colludes with the light and strikes a new temporal theme
A new season of transparent love
The anthropocene draws on gray paper with a dipped brush in swishes that dissolve
As they dry
The dinosaurs make their way to pre-fall
But their bones-
just got so hot they faded out
before they made it
All before four chairs turning
Wax on top of bones, got so hot, dripping off
There is a human myth about it
The window was open to account for the heat
that was on for the cold, which is gone.
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