Saturday, April 9, 2016


Steam rises off of hot bodies.

Always fascinated by the way
the cool nights take in heat
and spit it out as misty vapor.

Fresh out of hot tubs
and into the cold night,
the sprint from the edge of the tub
to the door
is minimal
but in this weather
it seems like football fields.

It was a night that lacked a narrative
it was all just
hot and cold and hot and cold.

Riley Welch

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