Here Is The Summer with everyone you love inside it. No more bodies buried beneath the floorboards. The ghosts in this place are still able to stand the sight of you. Here, people die for good reason. Nothing is ever random. Your eye is enough. I beg it to swallow all of me. A crashing wave of pink flame, my only view, my whole world for a moment As the car speeds past the exit. My brother, screaming, Something about freedom as he takes us 80 mph over the hill. If I told the sky that I had lost my body, Could I ask for it back? If I gave it to the River, could I become downstream? Am I an extension of everything I’ve ever touched? My love, I want us to live. So, I hang up the phone and lock my hands inside the basement. May they never reach you again. My love, I you to love anything other than me, so I step out of your life, and onto the cliff, Back and forth through the car door, For a decade, all of my leaving barely contained, measured only by the seasons my body no longer passes through. I am fully alive until I step into a summer that is snowed in on all sides. When we make love inside this place I am everywhere but here. Never beside you in this bed of thorns. Never alone with myself.