I forget about these late heat waves that come rolling through every year. Summer's last humping of the Southwest and boy, is summer ever thrusting this week.
Change has come, is continuing. I dyed my hair. I've decided that I've been understated enough this year and it is time for me to go over the top. Pulling my legs out of their coverings. Reshaping the my facial expressions. I want to be swooped up for a bit.
I have a poem gestating. Tentative in its coming. Something about the sex lives of volcanos. Perhaps.
a waltz for a night