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..
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