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 98.5 while she just wants to be
alone and disappear.
Blame it on “Saturn return”
to beat a drum of childhood traumas
back to your mind. This imitation of life
spent while summer turns to high
makes me question the chorus and the ring
of anything, so I’ll take the rain
over lazy days beneath a beach ball sun.
