It’s so hot in my room.

Here I sit, with heat wrapped

about my skin like jam, watching the

nonchalant fan slowly shaking

its head like an unrelenting

philosopher, self-absorbed in its

own rhythms. With its

closed eyes, it sees through the

brooding temperature and severs

the molecular intricacies with

long, protruding breaths and

I lick my lips as it

reaches me with its soft,

cooling glares.



One comment

  1. slpmartin · September 12, 2011

    A delightful verse for my Monday morning.

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