The sun shines bright here.
It intoxicates the population of beasts with a sip of a faux reality.
Sure, there are umbrellas.
But who wants to shield from a sun that warms the wiry flesh, as it cools the Earth’s core-
with the buzz of a broken air conditioning unit wedged between a single pane sliding window?
Not I, my dear.
Poetry
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Love the title, so clever! And the line, “the buzz of a broken air conditioning unit wedged between a single pane sliding window” was such a specific, unexpected detail, it really added some nice juxtaposition to the poem.