Wipe off the humid smells clinging

to the skin, and bask instead

in the light that knocks on

the boarded-up roof; set the

clanking bells off and sip

the most frozen avocado

juice and lie in the hammock,

a rolled-up jacket as a pillow,

a fan folded up by your side, and

a nice banjo in cases the muses

arrive and sleep with the little

one cradled in your arms,

bathing the heat obliviously


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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