A Heart is Still a Home

It's mercilessly hot summers Drowned down by drowsy humidity like leaden blankets. It's cicadas in looping choral rounds, accompanied by the high-pitch whine of buzzing mosquitos landing on sticky syrup-stained arms and shoulders It's the mesquite wood smoking out back, saying RabbitRabbitRabbit to keep clear of little ash clouds While Aunt Tammy swigs her beer … Continue reading A Heart is Still a Home