This blog is over.

Boxes can be broken down and I am bored with the concept.

...Or how the window latch grants you freedom.

Oh serious summer, sweltering and lonely.
I have longed to reach deep inside you and discover what I think I already know
about how you operate, how you tease.
The breeze is few and far between and the hammock swings to and fro but spastic.
Whenever I fall, I get on again and drive my desire right back to the heat and the
relief of this feeling...that it will soon end.
And I'll be cold.

My first thoughts and more to come about the latch and other beautiful and inspiring poetry I spent time with this past July.