Animals.

Skin and bones
the essence of me
the essence of you
nothing more.
Flesh
and a heart and a soul?
An empty guess.
You
and me: animals--
something tangible
capable
affable
and yet just
an animal.

- - -

It's been a while. School is finished now and I'm settling into some sort of vegetative state. It's like my body is resetting, renewing all the energy and drive that I had last fall. I'm happy that the summer months are starting to look like fluid waves dancing on a calm ocean. I need a little while to just sleep and read and play guitar and write.

It feels good to write something just for the sake of writing it. I get tired of the knot I feel forming at my temple when I'm stessing about grades and that inevitable question: "Is this good enough?" Now it doesn't have to be good enough. My words can be mine again, for a few months at least.