middlesex county, massachusetts. 5/2008, late.
last night as i climbed into the shower at 2 am to wash off the insect repellent and everything else, my feet stung in the hot water. the more busted up my feet get, the more i realize the growth and hindsightability of this summer.
things moved by all different in the car today after biking so long. all that messy early evening light and sharp blues from the car radio whirred so fast but lazy and it had about as much detail as my eyes do when they're closed.
on a bicycle, though-
that green whir has as much detail as my eyes do when they're closed and i pause to think about something and it comes back all angles, cubist and strange and impossible to ever sense with the senses i've got.
happy june.
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