2 pm

I’m not afraid of the dark, there’s just no // tangibility in the midnight 

No heat of the moment

Flare of the mind

Or macroscopic fires

In the darkness 

All the good stuff, the heated breezes and summer storms, happen // at 2pm 

At 2pm // I drink my own tears, feast on my own flesh, tear down my very own identity

It is the perfect time to change skins

When the sun is naked in the sky, unblocked by clouds, loud and beaming

When it’s the middle of the afternoon // and things are just sweeter

Beer, kisses, poetry 

Even gutter things like heartbreak, death, and sorrow

Feel resolute and purposeful // at 2pm

There’s no breaking promises or failing to feel // In the early afternoon

At 2pm 

There’s only me and the sun-lit sky

At 2pm

There’s only the truth of the season, the suffocating heat or the crisp ice cold

At 2pm

There’s only me, there’s only you, there’s only us

At 2pm