Drop

are the animals going crazy

with this weather. Well. 

I heard the squirrels are getting fat

"it" goes down by 30 degrees tonight.

"It" kept me alive last night, the air

and I'm always surprised to feel "it"

change, a time-lapse like a bud or

water filling a void. I have a pile

of clothes to clean but my hand skin

won't survive the folding. Can you

imagine? I always say, if I were so weak.

Do I leave my merriness behind, soon?

a known liar still loved is loved all the better,

but what if the weather keeps me 

too close; what if I

am going crazy with this weather. Well.