I did hold it this time

I held it for
less
       than
              a
second      before
i screamed and anna came
to see the swelling on my hand, a blister already red and bubbling. and

now, hours later a sting
remains reminds 

me of its
place in my palm.

I cannot hold anything now without the pain of holding on.

it lives there

it lives there in the patched grass
field near the car wash
if you look out the passenger window you 

can see it, sticking it's 

head out from the hole where it hides
the wind 

blows and grass dances like the inflated tube man back in front on the road and
it looks

left

like
its the field that's the center

summer

all of these words are set in summer with a sun beating down
a sun set words set
set in the relief of light and shadow where oppressive and managable depend on perspective
set here in the heat here in blazing awareness of the moment
but over there it's a little bit cooler
it's over there it's i can handle this dry

dry heat of