Heat

I love the heat, breathing it in, feeling the sun’s hug. And the night air, still, the same temperature as blood. Then facts and banter and commentary. Men, paving, punning, papering….occasionally, occasionally lifting at the corners. Age, pulling, scraping, mad at time, suggesting we tape the seams to keep things smooth, unruffled.  And the red world comes up out of nowhere, swallowing us whole.