walking home in the ends of the sunlight, the sidewalk was dark but the sky bright white, somehow. lightning bugz swarming, more discerning with their paths, not so red-eyed, and quieter. i could maybe brag that i had a great attitude today but i can't take any of the credit. the solstice light dragged out, i claimed that today is my favorite holiday. now that the light has gone for good, the holiday feels over, and i feel ready to resign myself to wired and steady listmaking.
on my fingers i could count: anxieties, or alterations in chemical veins
