The lifting veil of night
makes me giddy, like I’ve been high.
“All the way to Reno (you’re gonna be a star)”
plays on the radio while she just wants to be
alone and disappear.
Blame it on Saturn Return
to beat a drum of childhood traumas
back to your door. This imitation of life
spent while summer turns to high
makes me question the chorus and the ring
of everything. I’ll take the rain
over days filled with beachball suns.
