Sometimes, when August’s
humid humors stun
you with their heaviest
experience of sun,
and everything feels done,
and you discover you’re
the one the Universe
finds wonderful, you find
you cannot quarrel
with its dispensation:
in the volupté of perspiration,
you embrace it as appropriate
and dutiful to understand,
as deeply as you can,
that you are beautiful.
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