And now we’ve reached the moment when thepeaches need to be...

And now we’ve reached the moment when the
peaches need to be eaten over the sink. How can anyone feel clean right now, in
thick July. The fruits are good—a peach over an apple any day of the year—but
high summer brings an itch beneath my skin, a torpor. Impatience and sweat. Two
days ago, thunder heads collected in great bulbing swells to the east. Come,
come, please, I thought, break this heat, rip the sky right open, rip the heat
right open, come please break everything open. I finished a new spoon finally but
this one didn’t speak to me the way the others did.