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17
Jul
2018
In this summer of 2018, as a heat wave covered North America from the Atlantic to the Pacific coasts, my thoughts turned to those who do not have air-conditioning.
Heat is not an adjective.
It is a thing, a physical being, an octopus
that wraps its tentacles around my neck, my shoulders.....
Categories: Poetry
Tags: heat, stifling