bustle

i’m sick of bustle. summer is when i want to be laziest, but i’m always distracted by things. it’s enough to make me wish it were winter for one hour. then i would go outside and spin around until i was dizzy, fall flat on my back and listen to nothing. as i felt the cold rising up from my back through my organs, i would start to sing a few bars of matt pond pa’s “summer” and close my eyes.