dearest june
you waited coldly
with the summer on your ass
soft and warm
moist gentle grass
tickling calloused toes
playfully

lord knows you drank
each morning's cup
with a mean and tired
"shut up"
written on your ugly face
as if you truly saw me now
and felt uneasy
from the taste
of common failure

shave or don't shave
wake up or sleep
ten thousand died
from hunger last week
so don't dare melt
the half eaten string cheese
leave it and me alone
in humid peace