we wake the first day of a heatwave

that makes the world pause

make small talk about the numbers

everyone turns slower and sleepier

with the sun


i throw a bottle of vodka

in the freezer

to forget about

and remember later


you suggest we go swimming

i smile


if it’s just an excuse

to see me

squeeze into my swimsuit

(or that you like the way it barely covers the heart shaped hickey you left the night before)


i like the way your eyes dance over me

i like the way

we don’t need plans

for the first day of a heatwave.

that we can be as

hot and heavy

sleepy and slow

as we want to be.