Summer Heat

Running at night can smooth a muddled brain.

See
Sometimes my mind gets stopped up
and everything I take in gets swallowed up
sucked in and
thinned out. Bunched up like fabric.
I spread my arms out wide and gather everything I can.
Words and Disjointed sounds. Pictures. Memory that I tell myself
is worth something.
I coast down familiar paths
The span of asphalt sucks up the lonely
more readily than sunlight.
Somehow, the movement gets trapped in with
summer heat
and that memory never slows down, never rests
Even when the lamplights buzz out, and the night gets so much colder.