American Pie Trappedinside by summer swelterhelter skelterwhere sweat shrinks usin disappointmentin fear’s stench. Will sparks ignite drought’s tinder?Bereft of being unable to separateseason’s fare from poisoned pens. Sliced apples, cinnamon, butter dabsin bleached white floured crust. I’velost my taste for it. Moral pancreasscreaming for lost limbs, curled soul. Time with family, friends, staves offa barrel…