Freezer Burn
Palm Springs, 117 degrees
september isn’t
for ice cream
august cripples
the dogs
july sticks
to itself
june, a time
to lower blinds
we lived on
cool tile floors
four months
in a row last year
grocery shopping
at midnight,
sleeping
through the day
our love
boiled over
when the air
conditioner broke
down and the
frozen pizza thawed
you took my
car keys and
in slow-mo you
knocked over
three
orange
cones
then melted
into the road
Inlandia: A Literary Journey 