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.