i can never remember which way the earth rotates.

summer daze

lost under the heat

of your skin. 

fingers stained cherry

red—

our world has a 

sickly-sweet quality. 

and i can understand

this with perfect

clarity. but

then my arms are

outstretched and i’m

dizzy again. 

we’re everywhere and

nowhere, and

i say 

“hallelujah,”

i’ll never understand.