some summer sundays (Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat...)
—Patricia Smith
summer sundays— those itstoodamnhotiaintgotta
donothingnotagoddamnthing days, not even love
you if I don’t want to but i want to today & it’s just us—
laid up in our loving bed like we’re still on lockdown: bare, brown
& beaming, the bed sheet at our feet. my girls
gon’ have to run without me today cuz the heat & the munching
squirrels outside make me feel calm like i’m on
something & i just wanna lie here & get fat.
