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