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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3268 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Heat M. Kathryn Black When the heat comes I’m unprepared. I have too many blankets and parades pass by playing jittery Puerto Rican salsa. It drips over sides onto hot tortilla streets. I’m hungry for peppered Mexican food. I want to sweat like a bath in mid-summer, bake until the chill in my bones has melted to the temperature of magma, till I say ouch. Only then let me lie in dew-lapped fields where I can watch the late robins spring from worm to grasshopper. I will be so still that one will hop on my brow, write a poem. |
