swelter in this city // pfff

mercury can't rise any higher.
it's what i first thought, until i kept rising higher

hotter //
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.

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