Summer

Today you find yourself guilty

as the rim you split

an egg against

You press charges

You spell out your name

like the letters are medals

for good conduct in a bad war

The night moves in with you

into your room

until even your sleep

is not your own

Through the window

the grass tells you

to give up

and you are trying

but on the other hand

things keep you:

the moon, the cars, cars

You undress yourself

more deeply down

like this is the way

to get to the future

You let the darkness

medically examine you

So much can’t be

put back together

To burn the house down

to burn the house up

It’s the same problem

in any direction

You’re matter

You turn on the light