when we can prop ourselves up by
the edges of our smiles
let me string a hammock
between the sides of my mouth
so i can sway there slowly
basking in the breath

i feel the touch of summer on my toes
it comes to me these days
when i wake up with hours of my own
and cannot use them though i try and know
i have to
i think of days in which i can fill that time with my own
creation in which the minutes
will truly be mine

greedily hungrily

to let them dance upon my fingers
crawl up my tan arms
like ants

dawdle their paths across my skin
as i exhale
light strewn shadows