Mid July

A Poem by Katie Kistler

I sit around and think back on the past
summer is here so we’re flipping our hats
citronella clouds
and Owen Wilson “wow”s
I wish that this moment would last

Hamm’s on the patio
bike chains on the stereo
drunkenly casual
like it’s not the usual
warm juice and cold beer
putting up the set gear
black vans and swishers
new polaroid pictures

and we got so high on the car ride there
I rolled down the window to let out the air
smoke signals trailing like streamers
hey, can I kill it?
I’m eager

Steven’s on the bass
and the boys are singing Basis
all of the best songs
get their sit-down-sing-alongs
the pit’s still so dank
and that ratty couch is still okay
the walls are still sweating
and I’m there, recollecting

cause I like to sit around and think back on the past
when summer was there and we all flipped our hats
citronella clouds
and Owen Wilson “wow”s
I wish that those moments would last