Seasonal Habits of Broken People

It’s summer
and everything’s ripe,
rain hangs in the air.

We retain water like succulents
in case of drought, stumbling around,
bloated and sullen.

The ants come in, and suddenly
we’re rifling through canned goods,
double-bagging the rice.

We are busted,
held together with duct tape.
Par for the course.

photo by Marian Kent