imagine pastel colors, a warm breeze, and sand in between your toes
as you run down the street shouting, light hair ******* and your skin is hot
imagine eating with people you know love you at a table outside and then sleeping
in the sun, and the grass, and night feeling like an extension of day
with no time to worry and a rusty truck and people you've just met
laying on hot concrete and then leaving, driving very far away
and you're very dry and very damp and very hot and very cold
and the wind pulls its fingers through your salted hair
and you can scream to the world, though not in pain.