you're never really sure
when
the temperature rises.
it's too late
when
you are bathing
in your own sweat.
the a/c unit hanging in the window
is only enough to cool
the room it rescues.
heat makes steam
and this entire city
is choking
on the haze.
a hangover doesn't help,
but you believe
that the alcohol
from last night
is finally trying to escape
your skin.
you take a cold shower
but really
it's just an aspiran
that eventually goes
away.
even the streets
have been stripped of people
due
to the weather,
yet
it's a fine excuse
to forget the glow
of her face
that has
melted holes in you.
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