The air is blunt when I need sharp and
it rolls around in my mouth too thick and
it fills up my throat and I can’t swallow and
my lungs don’t believe me when I say
yes this is air we can breathe it
we can
but this isn’t air; it is heat and
water and worry and
we can’t breathe it.
we can’t
and the heat isn’t heat
(really, it’s not.
you have to be here to know)
and how funny that a country so hot
can do nothing to keep you warm
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