Hot Blood Hymn

the kitchen is hot today
wet with sunlight
blood heavy
slippery and yellow

outside, flies are
driven mad with heat
they circle
like they did in Jericho

light hits the car’s roof
blurs like swept up chalk
and hisses
muttering a febrile rosary

today it made me laugh
to think you once said to me
poor baby
there’s no living in poetry

Author: ataraxicat

All characters and events are fictitious, probably.

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