Stop.
Rest.
Be still.
Void?
Goodnight.
Sounds of fake rain.
Bladeless fans,
On max.
Hungering for air conditioning,
To nearly bear frost.
Sleeping with the hotel windows open,
At -20 in Kamloops.
Icicles,
Window iced right over in the morning.
Old Man Loves Dry Heat.
Reminding me of hellish summers.
Dry Heat.
