A Fell Day For The Empire
It was hot out,
And they struggled to carry their silence,
Weighing upon their shoulders and pushing its face into the soft undersides of their chins.
They stumbled slightly over the cracked concrete on the sidewalk
While the humidity surrounds them, gropes them.
The silence is heavy and the heat is heavier,
And what is between them is foolish.
It all started with bathing suits,
And now it’s not even the weather for that:
This weather is for nakedness,
Thursday, September 10, 2009