I place an ice cube
Between fore finger and thumb
It evaporates, and melts
I trace it along my forehead
Around my eyes
My lips
It drips lightly in their split
I suck in the liquid
Searching for cold
I run it down my throat
I cover my entire neck
With vertical strokes
The ice cube melts
Rolling between my breasts
The spaghetti strap tee
Is now wet
My shorts are wedging
From the humidity
There is no relief
I grab the garden hose
Adjust the setting
To mist
Shoot it up in the air
Hoping with the fall
The droplets will cool.
There is no relief…..
I am still searching for cold
On this hot July day
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