Don't You Want Somebody to Love I have missed June this year. That luminous, ludicrous,
luxurious month when the heat is not yet
insufferable at night and Jefferson Airplane
screams the question “Don’t You Want Somebody to Love?”
on a car stereo with no air conditioning and all
the windows rolled down driving with choppy frantic
speed down perpetual freeways on the way
to somewhere. In June there is always still
somewhere to go and someone to go there
with or at least someone to hope of seeing
there. But I spent this June with the air conditioning
blasting and a wall of fans spinning white noise
curled in a
sickbed disarray of scrunchy pillows and too
many blankets, sniffing and cuddling my
teddy-bear and memories of J.  ¶ 4:51 AM