Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The heat here has a weight to it. Evenings it settles onto your chest, insistently. "I will be here all night." It says. "This is how you must learn to sleep." Mornings I wake up tangled in damp sheets. Wet seaweed wrapped up 'round my legs.
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