first thoughts from a season of drought

sufocatingly hot again without
warning
and i spend
too much time in my car
at the edge of this parking lot
reading names from the book of
overdoses

i wake up always in the
memory of a burning house

look around you

the land here has risen up
only to fall back on itself

the roads are lies and i have been
believing them for too long

i can’t explain it any better than
this

i was never promised anything
but still feel cheated when the
blood i taste
is my own
and so i turn against my wife and
son

i walk from room to room in
an empty house

and there is a sound the phone

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