The Taste of Summer

The fumes from the sink make me heady
Heady like summer should be
The sun creeps in through the window
Uninvited
Makes me shiver
There is no place to lie to make day go away
I try to make the call
It is engaged
I give up
The phone rings three times
Uninvited
Makes me shiver
There is no place to lie to make them go away
I can’t bear the minutes
I leave each one
Second by second
On the floor
Over the sink
Just fucking go
The anger makes me heady too
How nothing registers
How I don’t register
notsignificantgrosslyintact
demandingdemandingdemanding
But I am not even in the room to make demands
There is just this body
This thing
Evasion trips out of it like sunshine on lips
I still want to be found
(but not found out)
I try to erase it them
But every year name and time haunts me
Keeps me up
Skin on the outside
Echoes within
Too tired to sleep any more
Ninety six hours until the phone tears again
I still want to make that call
I am scared pressing the numbers will do something anything
I am scared it will do nothing at all
I am stuck here forever
Over the sink
Over the edge
I know the rest of the story
I taste it
It is heady like summer should be.