A poem inspired by the heat
Heat. Drought around our bodies, around everything we knew. Our eyes on the pavement. Our eyes becoming the pavement.
Lovely. Thank you!
Ah… the worst thing that can happen to a child. I have suffered through a few “meltdowns” over such things. Although, Tbf, it’s impossible to eat an ice cream cone in NYC at this heat without making a complete mess.
So true. I had quite a few shirts ruined as a child because of melting ice cream incidents lol
Heat. Drought around our bodies, around everything we knew. Our eyes on the pavement. Our eyes becoming the pavement.
Lovely. Thank you!
Ah… the worst thing that can happen to a child. I have suffered through a few “meltdowns” over such things. Although, Tbf, it’s impossible to eat an ice cream cone in NYC at this heat without making a complete mess.
So true. I had quite a few shirts ruined as a child because of melting ice cream incidents lol