It’s still too hot (though it’s night)
and the air fights us as we breathe it.
We thought the dark would issue
relief from this closeness, but
heat is trapped inside our walls all day where
things are harder to change. Out in the open, the animals
sigh and give thanks under the smiles of indulgent stars while we lie here blank and
praying for sleep.
We know dreams come when they decide to–not a moment before–so,
in the meantime,
we
try to make peace with the sweat that balances on our upper lip
as something meant to help us.
And when the fan sends clumsy air over naked legs, we stare back into the black, blinking
and
thinking
of
India.
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