Itchy red mosquito bites.
Long, unending summer nights.
Chirping birds, before sunrise.
Spiderwebs, stuck to your eyes.
Humid haze, choking ease.
Public pools, so full of pee.
Sitting out on the stoop.
Rolling boil, summer soup.
Ice cream melting down my palm.
Ginger kisses linger on.
Never run from your shadow
Spinning castles in the air has become a habit.