Back to bed

The winter was a little colder that year, so everyone thought that the summer would be a little hotter too. But it wasn't. We were all just sitting in our rooms and visualizing sticking mellon ballers down our throats and into our stomachs to scoop out all the misgiving, just like a cantaloupe. But I don't hang off of vines, I hang off of words. I hang on to hourglasses, I hang out to soak and mostly, I hang myself with indifference