Thursday, August 14, 2008



Noon-time brings with it a thick blanket of humidity,

that is heavy on my neck and arms, and

wrapped around my legs.

That and the heat coming through

the unprotected windshield are as comforting

as a husband’s embrace.

With my eyes half shut, I recline against

the vinyl covered seat, not caring

that I’m sticking to it or that my breathing

has become drinking.

I watch my feet,

propped up on the dashboard; they’ve changed

from milk chocolate to dark.

There’s nothing else to do.

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