XLIX

Another summer passing by. I woke up in a feverish haze—still tired from yesterday’s outings—and promptly fell back asleep. The Fourth isn’t really my type of holiday—loud fireworks, beer bottles strewn about, tailgating parties. This day has often felt more like Mitski’s “Fireworks” than Katy Perry’s Firework. I spent much of the afternoon finishing an audio recording project and reading poems.

Anyway. Happy Fourth of July, America. Hope y’all had enough hot dogs and blazing sky displays to keep the spirit going.