76-degree morning already
The birds
no longer chirp
and the hum of air conditioners
mixes with the polluted
canadian wildfire air
the radio d.j. tells me
it’s a 76-degree morning already
and it’s going to be steamy today, he says
hitting the mid-90s
but it’ll feel 100 out there
he sounds excited by this
like he has a hard-on
the way electric company executives
have hard-ons this time of year
my eyes burn
and my throat feels dry
my breath tastes like wood chips
and stale coffee
the streets are sweaty armpits
waiting to envelop me
they smell of eau de rotten garbage and dog shit
soaked in the fetid water
the fop sweat of capitalism
pouring out of us
from head to toe.
the woman drinking
a cosmopolitan alone
noon is the perfect time
for drinking a cosmopolitan by one’s self
but then he had to show up
greasy hair
aviator shades
bright rayon shirt
unbuttoned to his belly
a black heart tattooed on his chest
i can see it all over your face
as he tries to talk to you
a small good thing
that you did for yourself
ruined
and you chug the last little bit of drink
get some cosmo on your chin that hangs there
then gone
gone
not even waiting
for the check
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