summer summer

by amy sharp


the space in the middle of summer
holds all of the heat and light
of the entire year
and it can make people crazy
watch out
I was riding my bike
through my neighborhood
and I just wanted to fall into the grass
and tumble like a child
and stay there for hours
watching my elderly neighbor tinker around
in his green garden
he wears overalls and is beautiful
and I wanted to walk right over
and ask him to list out all of his regrets
beg him to whisper them to me
to write them on my arm
like a talisman tattoo
and the sun must have done that to me
must have been real hot