August Snow

All night sweating under a skin-wet sheet. Fevered fantasies of skinny dipping in a kiddy paddling pool, toes as sticky as denture gum. it’s broiling August. Cold showers frazil with soapy earth-baked splashes. There’s a place to go where they sell snow - it’s a drug store, where they deal in root beer floats, numb-numbs; an ice-cream brain freeze. It helps. Of course, in steamy September when the sweat on your nose flows upward into parched eyes a chilled Lime Phosphate is the only cure.