Inside

The vacation wisdom runs off you like dirt in the shower. Except this was insight you wanted to hold on to. The heatwave boils and burns around the brick buildings, the summer wastes away underneath me. I read old stories, try to remember what New York used to be, who I used to be. It's buried deep, now, so deep, and I think I haven't dared to mourn the loss. 

These words are only placeholders. 

That's sort of the state of things
in general.