In the Summer

The days melt into each other

The wax accumulates

It piles up enormously

So much- you can dig trenches

Five miles deep

And within them

You can make yourself tunnels

To sleep in

Nice and cool

Wake up when winter comes

If you want.

Don’t worry about mirrors

Or electricity bills, bank statements

None of that

Down there you are god

You can be fat, no shame

You can be skinny

Do whatever you want

And then

When winter comes

You can also stay there

If it’s too cold

Go blind like a mole

Have pretty blue spheres for eyes


Eat, sleep, eat

And so on.

Maybe sing, dance, bump into walls

But at least you’re happy

And that’s all that matters



The mountains relax and listen

As I tell them all about you

How you warm my blood

And keep my heart beating

The wind carries my voice

And the coyotes laugh and laugh

With the moon

Don’t listen to them

The mountains say

They’ve never been in love

The moon hides behind me

As the sun rises above

And at the sight of her first light

The coyotes scurry away

At least you sit here bravely

And bare your soul

So listen carefully

My little friend

Climb these one-thousand steps

And feel the glory of her warmth.