Day 555: the sun

i've spent the better part of this morning shifting through parts of myself that were left in pieces
usually
in california
during these days
it rains
the cold
has a way of making everything sting a little more
but this warm
this sun
i never thought it would burn
never though it would leave me praying for water to fall from the sky
its 70 degrees in mid january
i haven't warm a jacket during the daytime in weeks
something about this feel disgustingly beautiful
something about your voice
its a miracle in conflict
global warming is alive and well
the scabs on the back of my necks
are burning in your memory