we move like cagey tigers

I'm losing my head in the summer heat.
as a result of falling asleep in the nocturnal park, my body is covered in stitches.
as a result of wine-infused skinny dipping and not wearing much on a bike's carrier on the way home, my left leg is covered in abrasions.
good news is: I'm still alive. drinking buttermilk, spending money on the wrong things, listening to bon iver.
and my fringe is finally growing out. not that you cared.