Did the Weatherman Tell You

Heat crept in
and I sloughed off blankets,
like layers of dead skin
that I no longer needed.

Cold Sweat Clinging.

Less sweet
than that of spring,
and on the back of your neck,
less satisfying.

A cold front was said to be sweeping through.
Highs only in
the 90's.

I laughed
defeated
and hot
and pointed to a million places
on the map.
All a million miles
from the scorching center
of the globe.

8/16/2015
Riley Welch