July is National Poetry Month!

From A Hot Apartment: Heatwave July '06

No one else seems to quite get this;
no one else is quiet like this.

I think I quite like you, because
I'm quiet like you.

Right now the world
is not quite quiet; it's still,
which is not quite the same.

Alone in my room,
on this sweaty morning,
I understood everything
perfectly for a while.

Which isn't to say
I was an expert on the minutiae;
I only understood that there IS
an everything; I think it's
the hum of my fan
that makes my head so quiet
so I can think everything at once.

I'm not quite saying what I mean;
I think I'll go be quiet a while longer.