On Getting Buried

I
had big plans for August. It’s usually one of my more productive
months. The sun is blisteringly hot and the temperatures are over 110,
or they’re in the mid nineties but it’s so humid you can cut the air
with a knife (thank you Monsoon season). I’m stuck indoors. I fool
myself into thinking I’m back in an Oregon winter by turning on the
rain, keeping the blackout curtains shuttered and