i stood in the puddle for eight hours
contumplating the past tense of Fat Trout*,
letting ice cream melt between my fingers
while watching the rafters heal themselves.
we chit chattered in fake laughters
about the ac in the hotel lobby;
how it wasn't working for all of six days.
she thought about putting her head
in the ice maker for temporary relief.
i told her snap dragons are my favorite flowers.
*Fat Trout Trailer Park of Deer Medow; Fire Walk With Me. Google it.
an ode to dangerous thoughts
3 comments:
Time has a way of lingering on certain moments, etching them into our minds.
It's been between 102 and 105 for a while here, now. Mind sharing that head cooling ice maker?
brian, i recommend lots and lots of ice-pops. lime are particularly refreshing at 102 degrees.
if it's any consoluation though, krakatoa is meant to erupt again soon (next few years i guess?) in which case there is a possibilty of the over-all earth temp to drop by several degrees. at least, i did last time.
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