Summer 2018

The chlorine on your skin tastes like summer

You’ve gone miles around the world on one street of Chicago.

It’ll come if you want it.

You never seem to want.

Take direction from tides and the path of least resistance.

Did my bum hip remind you of what it feels like to be resisted.

There’s no adventure to you, just more of the same.

I’m tired of walking, do I still remind you of the rain?

I tried to put away the memory, that smell of your skin, it’s older than even you and you can’t own it again.