To the the swelter. . .

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Heat makes me all crazy.
Or, more crazy-
The haze and the
breathing in of
ozone.

Makes my temper rise
quicker,
my patience
grow
thinner.

I hate the way everything
sticks
to everything else,
or how the car seeps
heat and the ac doesn’t touch it.

Today,
and the only
solution,
is hot dogs,
and kids running around
in their underwear,
and ice cream.
And a beer, cold.
And the sound from the blades
of an old box fan,
that quiets the crazy.

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