There is no summer more hysterical
Than a spring masquerading as summer
You don’t even want to go outside naked
And look for some braless wonders

You don’t even want to look at those old photos
Or magazines or Frank O’Hara’s book cover
Drawn live but published dead
Bloated mosquito right below the nipple

The moles on your rib cage
Dimples beneath your kidneys
You lying in deep grass, head turned away
While someone grandstands over health care

God I hope you never read this

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Contents | Mudlark No. 49 (2013)