Heading home fast dusk

 Refridgerator shut
Haul water
throat is burning dry
walk outside 

sun is gone
the day is dark
heat still radiates
The early night says

time to go

pack things I've stashed
make my way back somewhere
At some point I decided
To shelf myself into

Moon all sweaty
dish untouched
circling and humid
So deeply jealous

of the sun