summer kills the flowers

and i forget this
because she puts the sun at my back 
and the world at my fingertips

but the flowers still burn
and as i dance in a meadow 
to forget you exist 
i remember
that i’m burning too

i have friends who spend the season
jumping into every body of water they see

and though i, typically,
prefer not to drown 

if i could find the answer
at the bottom of the sea
i would learn how to breathe underwater

but i fail. and i float.
and i pretend not to see the wildfire raging around me

(yousaidyoulovethewintersoimadethesummermyown)