The Heat

The Heat I have a new girlfriend her name is Mary-Jane. I think she's from the south where the plants grow green and bright. Mary Jane and I just spent the hot afternoon together ? Watching the passage of time through a lens that she brought along just for this occasion. The heat makes the air a sticky, warm bath Mosquitos suck at the scabs on my legs My scrotum is constantly itching And my T-shirt is sucking the last remaining moisture from my pores. Mary-Jane giggles at me, as if to say: 'Why focus on discomforts when the real heat is behind the scenes?' My dreams keep interrupting me So that I can clear my own throat and attempt to speak clearly again..