Sometimes words we know
are not enough. Hot.
So fucking hot. Impossibly hot.
Too hot to go to Abigail’s pond
because it’s in the sun.
Swimming you feel like
you’re burning. Our old house
thick walls stone basement
isn’t usually all that hot. Now it is.
Yesterday we went to Rosendale
to try Peter’s movie
before next week’s screening
and the woman who ran the theater said
I’m sorry it’s so cold in here.
We weren’t. The car is cold too.
Maybe we’ll go for a long ride
and think of a better word than hot.
Yeah.
Wow. I just wrote an extensive reply that seems to have disappeared. 😩