no a/c in august: poems by Constance Shultz

waiting in the car outside the senior center hot on the arm by the window a breeze comes in stirs my hair dryer air & I can hear a/c drones little dogs squeaking a handtruck in a semi someone working in an echo place hot on my arm as it burns sweats as heat reflects off the cinderblock wall & … Continue reading no a/c in august: poems by Constance Shultz