Crazy from the Heat

and other things

By Harper Lewis Published 2 months ago • 1 min read

Crazy, hazy heatwave blistering me,

Temperatures rising, thermostat lying

while sweat drips from blazing skin,

Oppression, convection

veritable oven of neglect,

harsh spikes and spires of this

inferno of loss, ripping the fabric,

the cool cotton and linen

hanging in sodden rags and fraying threads

where hope once lived and thrived

before a frigid bitch cut the lights,

spread her legs,

brought the fire of demons

that will never thaw

a brittle, ice-cold soul

or barren womb.

Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.

Intertextuality is my passion.

Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.

My words are mine, not a robot’s.

MA English literature, CofC

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