this isn't good enough to be called "prose," but i feel like a poem, tonight...
sultry evening
hotter still
burns the daylight
come, it will
until sunshine
sears the skin
give me darkness
cool and thin
sleeping husband
snuggled pet
lucky, happy
i don't sweat.
thank GOD for a/c.
10:34pm.
102 degrees.
yet, i am cool.
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