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