Summer’s been so hot that my skin itches to get free. The type of July heat that burrows beneath you and remains there long after you’ve left the light. My brain can barely make it over the everyday hurdles, so I promise myself a cold beer once I make it to the finish line. Gold medal. Deserved win.
The air is thick with want. The bugs arrive in packs seeking flesh slicked with sweat. The unlucky ones find themselves flying toward a glowing trap — light, then darkness. The quick, sweet buzz of a life.
Brett Wright fucking kills me, everything he writes is perfect and difficult because it always hits close (and this new piece is no exception). I’ve been a fan for a very long time, following him on tumblr for a few years, and though we’ve made a half dozen plans to hang out, we never have.
He bought my planner for 2012, but this year he’s in it. Brett’s poem Should You Look Back to See Where You Came From appears in 2013, Another Year of Unsolicited Advice & Anecdotes, and I’m really proud to have him.