Heat

Sticky

Sweaty

Hot hot heat

The heat…hot, hot, heat.

Overtired
Action required
I’m fucking tired.
Actually, beat.

Feel like running away.

I cant write poetry right now. It’s 10 pm and still 96 degrees in my house. You get the point.

Peace.

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About dirtdonthurtmom

Beauty and Simplicity inspire me. Lack of clarity annoys me. Selfish people really piss me off. I have a filter, but ignore it, mostly.
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One Response to Heat

  1. Karlie O says:

    I don’t have central heat and air.
    I don’t have a dishwasher.
    That combo makes cooking dinner F’n miserable this time of year.
    I don’t have kids yet.
    But I wish yours were angels that sat patiently coloring or playing with Play Dough while you cooked and cleaned and gardened.
    I love you, the end.

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