heat blurs the evening streets
like waves across asphalt oceans
it all blends into nothing
a mirage,
highway hypnosis,
they won’t notice her
on the side of the road,
long white ears dyed carmine
and the light fading to her eyes
angels will come for her eventually,
with buzzard wings and beaks
they'll steal the secrets
from her bones and leave her
empty like the memories of july
she would have had
if she'd lived long enough