I laid on the roof in the sun too long and even fell asleep, me eyes are fried like egg yolks in my scramble brain and my body floats like the burn carries it, too hot to remember, I wander in the shade like nothing here powers me. Even though the sun would have melted me apart if I stayed, the shade and the rest of the world in its muted colors seems alien to me now, I’ve thought of returning to the roof and the bright burning apart anyway.