As Hot As
It isn’t a coincidence
That hell’s perceived as hot
For as for being in a boiling place,
I’d rather not.
The limits to my comfort zone
Where summer is concerned
Do not require that my skin
Turn red or crisp and burned.
It’s also not dependent on
The pouring out of sweat,
Although that’s as uncomfortable
As I am like to get.
No, all it takes ‘til I become
Dante in his Inferno
Is 90’s plus humidity –
From outside, I adjourn-o!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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