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      Memories of Summer

      A mottled tree grew inside our house

      we played board games
      and sunk our teeth into grey rocks
      who squirmed when we touched them.

      I spoke to my girlfriend about her necklace
      which seemed to talk to me
      using its glimmering radiance


      The next day, I woke before the others
      and went into the valley.

      I fled from a burbling brook
      and sauntered near a red mountain
      made of fruit

      I locked myself inside a berry
      to freeze my body in time
      but then I got bored and wandered on


      I walked back to town in the evening to go to a theater,
      watched a movie of people dancing aggressively, 
      But when the lights turned up
      everyone was alone,
      their lovers, friends (and popcorn) were gone

      I humped the back of a theater seat
      and then I was a child
      sitting in the back of a car with my siblings
      parents telling us to hush


      Later that night , in the reddened heat of darkness
      I walked back to the house where my friends were.
      Once inside,
      I put on a hat made of velvet rope
      and my maroon suspenders
      were the only thing separating me
      from an abyss of insanity.


      We decided to have a party at someone else's house
      I swore I wouldn’t wear a woolen vest
      but a part of me wanted to be made a fuss of

      -But I threw it off because I was swelling underneath

      then I noticed the diamonds hidden in the folds of my skin were gone
      my lover and I were fusing together
      had this caused the jewels to become lost?
      The waxy second-skin that held our bodies together couldn’t be undone
      even with a polite hand shake, which she suggested.

      I reached over to open the window
      tossing aside the curtain
      and when I turned around
      the entire scene inside the house
      had become a maddening soap opera
      played by puppets
      made of our skin.

      I bathed my eyes in white vinegar
      to wash away disturbing images
      and when I opened them
      I saw my hands slowly dissolving

      I cried out for my companion
      and felt her hot breath smush into my face.
      I thought it would please me to feel her

      I swallowed my gum and watched
      as her skin tore off and reversed inside of herself
      taking all of my skin with hers
      until we were two embracing skeletons
      with nothing holding us up but inertia
      and then we fell to the floor in a heap of bones.

      Other nights, when she was with me
      We would walk alone through a maze in a field
      under the moon
      and find a hidden garden where the plants grew downward
      and the sky was every color at once