Slough Off

Making phone calls

on a landline.

Blowing dandelions.

Wires in the sky.

Visions.

A pithy of cirrus.

Citronella.

Sleeping with the sun.

Swooping wing spans.

A flesh tariff.

Vanilla sunburn.

Sting.

STING.

Pulls tight.

Heated biting against

cool sheets.

Scalded by excess.

Sunglasses.

Tree shadows.

Stretched silhouettes.

Peel out,

pull out,

and slough off.

I can feel my pulse

in my temples

when I shade my face.