It was hot, so we stayed in the water. Dug holes in the pavement to stay cool underground. We eat spiders as our lunch, eat them as our brunch, eat them legs first and then the body. Wholly. They cover me, cover me like insects. Chatter, chatter teeth. The summer is dark, the brick is hot and the pool’s been cut off like a root. Chatter, chatter teeth! The heat is dark fruit. I walk down the street crying, “Endless, endless!” How hideous the anomaly. My feet are sunburnt. My mouth is a dark fruit. Chatter, chatter teeth. I begin to wake, but there is no sense in waiting for the angel or the rain. Chatter, chatter teeth! The heat is a cut vein.