I feel it hard and hot.

If this were to be read a certain way, you'd see what I mean.
I feel it hard and hot
Today it was long.
I do best when there are many.
Sometimes there are more shirts on than necessary, and it's not as hot.

Capitalization. Open a window you asshole.
The road makes a scuzzsort noise that my knee makes after every few weeks all the time never stopping.

It feels like orange and a thyroid and tastes like rust, and no matter how much water is involved it still turns up yellow.

Even with the beets, and the sometimes apples.
Even with the cucumbers.
Cheap eating.
Strongbowstress oxes that fall on our limping selves squash elderberries that could've been used for canning but now are crushed.

Vine tight old. Twist downs. Up thrust. Pilsner.
When it's hot its not.