Poem: Sweating Salt

Avoid the sun if you can,

It will bake us all if it could,

It beams down from on-high,

And slicks the sweat across our skin.

I cannot fathom how it gets so warm.

Lay an egg upon the ground,

And it will be a hiss.

Put out a block of wood,

And it will burst into only ash and flame.

Go for a single stroll,

With a plastic piece of anything,

And it will not be in one piece,

By the time you get it back in the door.

That’s how fucking hot it is.

Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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