(no subject)

[walkoutnotes]

its the season of lawnmower mating calls;
of itchy white bug bites that grow each day with insect spit inside;
of long thin cuts from shard-bladed grass;
of the air is so heavy i can hardly breathe!;
of sweating and pouring water on yourself and not knowing which is which anymore;
of pale limbs growing deeper shades;
of pollen catching the light and swarming;
of second chances, please of second chances;
of windows down, hot stagnant air becoming wind;
of animals whispering out finally;
its the season of blistering delirium.