kansas august heat
one hundred degree heat
confining and oppressive
humidity is holding me back
I feel tired and uncomfortable
traveling nowhere
because I do not want to get into a hot car
sitting on excruciatingly painful leather seats
driving in traffic with others who are uncomfortable
confined and oppressed, because this is the Midwest
and it is August, and humidity is killing us
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