Maybe I’ll tell you in July
When the summer settles into your mind
How I bought this new, darn new scent
Dressed myself up in sheer green threads
Perhaps you’d like the woody smell
Of desperation that burns in me like hell
Maybe I’ll tell you in July
How I scream your name at night
Finishing what you started last time
Photographed myself with you on my mind
Oh how I have a new face this valentine’s
I’ve had so much worse the other times.
-Al