I've rediscovered my camera, and hope that the MB limit of this blog doesn't suffer for it. This is a picture I took last summer, one in a sort of chronicle of barns lining that hienous stretch of highway between Utah and Michigan whcih my parents and I had to drive to transport our boat. I would read, talk with my parents, and take pictures of every barn that I saw lining the road to occupy myself.
The sweet humid is like
walking in clotted memories of rainy days.
It's the unexpected cold of a slapped misquito on the skin
and a remembrance of
the honeyed bitterness of grass: that dark refuge from white sun,
cool but rash-raising.
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