Lately, I like to take walks after work wearing
Nothing but my undershirt
The wind picking up my eyes
The blood rushing back to my heart
There’s a show on the corner with
Some kids I met in Oakland
You’re sitting on the roof of your car
Parked right outside the record

Strawberry stained fingertips chain-smoking
Binge-watching Netflix
Bike grease in my hair
Blood on your jeans
Blisters on your feet
A huge grin full of teeth

The California drought
The smell after the thunderstorm
That knocked the power out
Sweat soaks up my