a hot day on a crowded bus

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A star is born

The miniature sun inside of me rotates

and turns, pulls me inwards with its

sweltering gravity; every cell in my body

writhes, tangoes, burning

The mindlessness of it wrenches

my limbs from side to side

I want to slap myself

I am bursting through my shirt

helpless like a broken stuffed puppet

I am swelling from this summer curse

I can no longer contain my fire

I need to be iced from head to toe

I need to swim in a sea of lemonade

I need a personal wind

My own portable air-conditioned space-time

I need to scream and hysterically fan myself

I need water

I need to pant like a dog

I need a shower

I need to get OUT!

OUT!

I NEED

TO GET

OUT

OF

THIS

GODFORSAKEN

OVEN-BUS

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · July 25, 2013

    Cannot think of a worse place to be with those conditions…you present the need for escape well in the poem.

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