mercury can't rise any higher.it's what i first thought, until i kept rising higher
so tell how can i beat it?
cool off. passing water bottles to the bike lane,
[whirl wizz grasp gulp]
cycling commuters in collared-shirts with sweat stains //
cool off. cold frozen yoghurt on the balcony, shadowed view
this city sweats, even the concrete.
i hide indoors until the sun reclines, then ill escape for
creme glace. chill like a snail on an iron post.