It’s business as usual except

I’ll be walking the dog and it’ll be

thirty-five degrees and now even the

twenty-four seven shops are closed

and I’ll come home to a hot and heavy

lunch with people who still think I’m 18 and

ask if I’ve got a girlfriend yet or how

working at that French bakery is going and

I’ll laugh and I’ll sweat and I’ll say

aw, you know, the usual!