As the day lingers,
cold salad and hot pizza
sadly exchange temps.

Dancing or groping?
The hands of a lone bopper
cannot distinguish.

Good luck to the burnt
grass singed yellow by the sun.
Please drink some water.

Four-hundred degrees
burn this butter to a crisp
brown deliciousness.

Relax and take it.
Seven days of medicine.
We can get through this.

Tiny frosted bulbs
light the unfinished bathroom,
revealing new tasks.

Smells accumulate
across days of hard labor
back to back to back.