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summer strings you out and stretches you
leaves you to dry like meat on a wire
frayed thin, tendons close to snapping
nothing but hot skin and buzzing flies
rough sheets and restless nights
summer is seamless and raw
leaves you prickly and itching all over
flushed cheeks and peeling skin,
tantalizing and torrefied
like something shaped for burning,
like something waiting to be set alight