My mind remembers how it loves the sun, but it plays the game of telephone when it talks to my body now.

My mind says desert,
my arms hear dizzy.

My mind says orchid, my neck hears burn.

My mind says lizard
and my body hears melt,

melt,
melt.

And the body wins, the body wears.

On hot days like this,
the space between my body and mind is timelines-wide, filled with a ringtone I used to answer.

My mind remembers loving the sun, I think,
but it’s easier to remember when I’m safe from it.

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Today was warm and I remembered why I haven’t successfully managed NaPoWriMo since the strokes. We will see how I do with my muddle brain. Thank goodness the only goal is consistency. 🙂