Box fan
A cool morning
I run my finger through the dew on the windows
The day will bring the heat
And the heat will cause rage to sweat from the pores
Of those men and wemon who have been standing close to the edge
Until then
We lay in silence
The cool breeze of the box fan
And it’s overworked mechanical sound
Lulling me back to a place beyond this existence
When I wake again
The dew will have evaporated and the breeze will be warm
The box fan will remain
Its overworked mechanics screaming
The heat makes everything harder than it needs to be