July isn’t real,
you may not have noticed.
It sounds like ice clinking in glasses,
and a ukelele singing to hula skirts:
Ukeleles aren’t real,
I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,
they smell like rain 20 minutes
away and key lime pie waiting for you.
Key lime pie isn’t real,
it’s a figment of our imagination,
it looks like July, an artificial  
green with white foam highlights…
Rain is real; why would you
question that?
You skeptic.