A hot summer day is ten times worse with a heroin habit.
The dark brown liquid seeps right out of my pores as I sweat, and conjure my next move.
A hot summer day is ten more times better than that when you work for an ice cream truck;
Cold smooth milk refreshes,
Constant cash flow, slows the conjuring.
That hot summer day was ten times more hot after I met you and then so was my heroin habit,
the next summer, and the next.
A hot summer day has never been the same since those hot summer days we washed away in the foggy car in the rain.
What’s worse than the latter?
The memories of a hot summer day that was ten times worse because of my heroin habit, and ten more times worse because you became the next move that I conjured for the rest of the days I’ve been not washing away in the foggy car in the rain.