Have you been outside lately in Florida?
The air wants to kill you.
It’s been so humid that it’s hard to recognize when you’re sweating,
To the bone.
It’s hard to pace and parse yourself, and where you are in the heat,
When it coils down every inch,
And demands all the water that one can drink,
And still leaves the brain running with barely a thought in head.
Have you been outside lately in this state?
It’s going to melt you,
And every piece of plastic left in that sweltering.
It’s like everyone says it will be—
Here during the summer—
Only you have no idea how hot it actually can be.