from the computer lab

red
blistering
boils
fester
as temperatures
glide
up up
up

up up
up
breezes

stagnant
move
across the
highway

with fingers fidgiting
flittering almost dancing
searching out contact
commitment
Answers

How can anyone work in this heat?
Nature of the beast, he says
smiling his rotting smile
his tar stained cane
banging, bruising,
brushing
against
my leg

Ice crystals have always demanded my undivided attention.

Reminded of a a contract
from so long ago
temperatures rise
as descending
I fall
up,
up,
up.

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