My heartbeat synchronizes with the static in the airMature

Tonight, I’ve eaten a container of Oreos, curled up on the couch
in my summer clothes like I am sixteen again and home alone, daring
to wear nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top,
the straps falling off my shoulders.  I don’t know what it is
about the first few days every year where the weather feels
just like summer though you know it’s too early, but it’s like the way
I can smell the rain coming a few miles away.  My heartbeat synchronizes
with the static in the air and everything dulls to a low thrum.

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