People worship the day.

Yoga students in acrobatic poses

And melanin deficient bikini clad women

Toasting their skin

Like a steak on the grill

That is, before The Burn

I can’t remember the last time we saw the moon

It’s been five years

And I’m going crazy

I need to sleep

I have not slept in years

I can’t relax my body

Because the brightness of the air

Just beyond the thin skin

Shielding my eyes

My curtain

Is constantly being singed

Penetrated

With the unapologetic liquid volcanic ire

How will I know I have died?

There is no sunset

No waves to crash upon the shore

To mark the renewal

And promise of a fresh start

Suspended like grapes in jelllo