240/365 Drenched

i
sit in
my attic office
sweating. it’s 95 degrees
outside but a little cooler
in the attic, which surprises me.

salty
oily liquid
drips from my
scalp, trickles down my
forehead, through thinning eyebrows, onto
my eyelids, stinging my weary eyes.

the
back of
my shirt against
the black office chair
sports a huge wet circle,
growing bigger as I write this.

Elsewhere
my body
leaks, drips, dampens,
saturates, already soggy cotton
undergarments, a linen top, pair
of capris, glued to wet skin.