Weight

Another chapter I'm after you, again,
I drained the fluid from my ears and
I ache. My eyelids are bruised and
Chinese water burns my cheeks. It's
never been so hot, never so warm.
The summer creeps up like an insect
on the fleshy lips of a baby.

The flies don't disappear in winter,
you know. They lurk in back alleys
and sell enlightenment to young Americans
because, of course, they're the ones.
I need to remember what death is,
I forget so often these days and soon
you'll hate me for my nonchalance.