so steadily asleep that i read
summer fireworks as summer
freakworks on the hottest day
of the year in san francisco.
hey, guess what? i live in san
francisco. even as a zombie
there’s a little thrill that crawls
up my insides at such a thought.
would that i were as composed
as don draper falling, falling,
as he does in the opening
sequins. but falling in love.
big pop out my new window
sounded maybe like someone
fell from the roof, or their up-
story window. too much a
thud to be the sound of fire
crackers. and the 4th of july
long gone, like democracy.
