sunbathe

lay here long enough to 

bleach my mind clean.

unjar, upheave

wring

out.

dull these rough edges with the

sandpaper of planning. 

numb with the static hum of

overthinking and the familiar, 

sparkling return of anxiety

in my body.

my hands cracked, the tiny 

hard to heal wounds 

acquired from doing the all the party dishes.

the quiet labors of an

eager house guest. 

the loose signals we send.

back porch in sun, every kind of hangover.