THE MONTH OF JUNE

 

crick clack snack she’s a

Jack of all trades

taking her sweet time mulling over

every

last

ounce of sweat.

 

Their sweat, not hers, she’s transferred pain

onto them and they have

no chance to decamp other than

to accept their fate:

 

she’ll circle ’round the mount about the

same time every year,

to haunt the minds of impressionables

and to steal

the

breath

of

cold.