You can hear the heat outside
Angry bugs hemming and hawing
Rubbing their legs together
I’m hot I’m hot I’m hot
We are hot too
Sweaty with longing
Frustrated by resistance
Futilely hiding from an invisible assailant
Living the blockbuster movies we awed at
And dismissed as fantasy
A good yarn
But the yarn is now long and real and hard and hot
So we rub our hands together like the bugs outside
Longing for respite
-What’s next? - SAA