i think we’re dead.

We lay there side by side in the swampy heat.

It was like the riverbed had vaporized sending the silt to bury us alive.

‘I think we’re dead.’

‘I know but my mom said we couldn’t open the windows.’

Dodging carpet wrinkles, we snuck down the long hall where a box fan stirred the heat.

Putting our heads around the corner we could hear the air conditioning unit but couldn’t feel it.

Only the smell of spent freon and the deafening noise were clues that it was working.

We went back to bed side by side, itching our salty limbs

Tossing and turning through a long summer night.

remembering the humidity of a summer night when i was a teenager 


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