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The heat wrapped me
hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest
like a wet wool coat
thrown on the hot old radiator
scorched a bit but not yet dry
thick, scratchy, applying gravity
a little bit more than normal
Barometric pressure
humidity, like a fog
air like a hot iron
blast of steam to crease the collar
of a stiff new white dress shirt
freshly bleached and starched
heavy, oppressive air
weighing me down

August 2, 2006 21:20

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