14th July 2012
Dear Cassi,
Perhaps the reason I love
sleep so is that the world I wake up to is worse than any nightmare. Today was
a day of some unnatural heat and as such I spent most of it in bed with my two
fans passing air over my massive frame.
The room is full of hot dank
air as is my home. The world is hot outside, but the air within my home is like
breath. I can’t tell if it’s the rot in the sink or the perspiration off my
skin but I know I need air. I set fans and open windows; I showered the roof
with water and watch the steam lift away in the afternoon sun.
The water I have sprayed
comes down black with soot from the fireworks of the fourth of July. We
celebrate our independents by making the air unbeatable. If only a cold rain
would come and was our foul revelries from the wounded sky.
The hot air drives me back
to sleep. It’s a pounding heat that drives me down and lords over my sticky
flesh. The insulation in my attic has turned to dust long ago and so my home is
a furnace in the summer. I long for the winter days.
I would write more, but I
am stifled by the heat.
Stay cool, little sister,
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