i don't know what time it is
as usual
but it's dark and i'm too hot
my legs and back twisted.
still.
when you sleep, you are smaller
younger than you seem while awake.
little sucking sounds from your perpetual thumb.
you smell like summer
sunscreen shampoo dirt sweaty feet.
your hair sticks to my neck
despite our climbing electric bill.
i should walk you back
build a palette on our floor
something to undisrupt the disruption.
but you curl against me just so
an echo of when you lived there
and i'm sleepy (in spite of the heat)
this is a season that will be gone
too soon.
