dayum its hot

shoulder blades popping everywhere today
tan taught bleach blonde
is what you get when april is june

four bridgewater girls running in groups
black matching sporta bras, shorts
someone passes, hows the run?
they are all:
awesome! awesome! awesome! so awesome!

minutes pass, two boys trot
slick, shaved, nothing but
running shorts and shoes
I'm not immune

unhealthy habits
reconsidered, resumed
no use changing myself
when watching running
gets me hot and bothered

shade cools everything down
slows my clove until the crackle quiets

it is all:
krrrkrrshhshhhhh
krrkrshhhhhhh
rrrrr shhhhhh

this is my first morning poem

this is my first morning poem
see how cheery it is!
the exclamation point indicates cheer

it’s too bright out for my red eyes
but listen to the birds!
and the poorly dressed students
talking loudly to each other! voices
bouncing off the courtyard walls

there’s a siren too!
whose making trouble this early?
two now. whooping back and forth

trumpet took the walk of shame with me
brass was my action, nothing else
but who gives a fuck!

its nice out
roommates in a sundress
that’s how I can tell