this sneaky sun
finds its way everywhere
slips under my bedsheets,
winds itself in my hair,
hides in corners.
summer beats down
relentlessly
names every month
may
and sings a song
of fire
weaves a blanket of sun
on the world: cobbled streets,
concrete walls, dying grass.
sun lays itself down,
burns through skin
lights up the white secrets
of my bones and flesh.
my fingers are laced with sun.
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