the sunlight is a golden liquid pooling stickily in my hair like strings of glue
and it weighs on my eyes just as heavily as darkness
the shadows are long and the days are sweet
and the sweat on my skin brings to mind
things I had meant to forget
indirect eye contact
over shoulders of people we lied to
doesn’t it break your heart to see how easy it was
to move on and peel off the sunburn like sticky tape
the august heat clings to me and to you harder than we ever clung to each other.