Amra Brooks: Heat Wave

Fall '08 TOC

It's impossible to not feel pressed. Trapped in room, the walls getting soft, misshapen.  The heat can really get you down. Everything expanding.  For days, I tried to do it right, just so. Wear the right thing, self-care, effort, and chopping vegetables small and perfectly, putting all the special things in salad.  All the time on these drugs, all the time disease. Wondering, who are you?  Weeks, maybe months now go by, and here I am further from you, in the air conditioned room with the cat and the blood stains on the sheets and I feel so sick that I don’t know how to move you any more or for the past little while or for right now.  That I am unmovable.

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