Amanda Salisbury

This is what one writes when one is addled by heat. Or so I hear.

-AS

Crack an Egg on the Sidewalk but Not for Sizzle

• Originally posted on a 6s community, August 1, 2011 at 6:30pm

Flitter, fly away, and flee – that’s all you ever were to me.

Unconvinced, too contrived, too musical, you say?

Then leave me for that, too, hear you now my plea.

Hard to catch, hard to hold, too hard like a mold?

Then why, oh why, do you stay?

Tut, tut, hushabye, drink in sweet lullabies for the mirror so empty and cold.

*If you are somewhere cooler than 107 F, send some dollops of cold, sweet sanity my way, if you please…