Hot hot heat

The heat…hot, hot, heat.

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.



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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