today is 18 july  this was a surprise for me by my sweet tiger

today is humid

so it is a challenge to breathe

before typing my narrative, i had to wait for a couple of girls 

my boyfriend wants me to get to 

get to the point

here is a poem

here is a poem i wrote 


men with broken umbrellas

and nantucket uniforms in cotton

candy palettes, whose walks 

shake with age

and the carcinogens of city living

women whose bones 

hide under aberrant 

genetic hunger and mass

produced meals

what is with this damn weather in the middle of june/