Whatever happened to July?

The excitement of June had gone, not yet transitioned to August laziness

We spent the days in the park

Yearning for the idyll of rustic homes

With high gates and vines climbing along the walls

I want July.

We bought the paisley prints on a whim

Convincing ourselves we’d make ‘eccentric’ clothing

But instead made head wraps to cover our kinks and curls

Paired with rose coloured glasses and temporary tattoos

Do you miss July?

We thought we recovered

Marking a début into the semblance of normalcy

Submerged in synthetic serotonin and dopamine

Performing at our puppet masters’ beck and call

Minding our Ps and Qs

I hate July.


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