The house has no A/C.
The only way I can sleep
is to put frozen peas on my forehead.
There’s no TV to listen to;
I watch the ceiling, waiting,
wondering where the most comfortable place in the world is.
This heat leaves the earth smoking
like the glowing pines up North.
I’d rather be cold now.
Others are running through the desert with nothing but hands
to block the sun; I lift the peas off my face
and drift into a dream where I pull out my teeth
in front of a mirror and watch
them fall down the sink.
– Torrance, CA