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.