Give Your Heart a Break

I was in California,

driving with June.

It was July,

the sun in my eyes,

cocaine

in my veins,

high as the sky.

She was blue

in the face,

sheepishly,

bleating,

blood beating 

beneath her skin,

cutthroat and

screaming,

repeating,

“Give your heart a break!”

And so,

I let June 

do the honors.