Where the sunshine slows

you know that feeling where that space between your collar bone and kidneys aches uncontrollably? deep where it can't be reached,

bettered, or worsened,

because it's right already. the feeling that's brought on by finical sights, sounds, songs, smells, phrases, tastes? memories like tobacco smoke downtown in December five o'clock sunlight through the trees on the back road or McDonalds coffee, late in a 24-hour superstore after feeling the autumn albums bass beats push the ache through the bones in your shoulders and down with adrenaline to dehydrated fingers that feeling knows why every listens to the same songs in the fall and why they're still only ours as they flood through tinny speakers and out open windows away with the air it drives, and sings, studies and pushes forward and backward