my attic office
sweating. it’s 95 degrees
outside but a little cooler
in the attic, which surprises me.
drips from my
scalp, trickles down my
forehead, through thinning eyebrows, onto
my eyelids, stinging my weary eyes.
my shirt against
the black office chair
sports a huge wet circle,
growing bigger as I write this.
leaks, drips, dampens,
saturates, already soggy cotton
undergarments, a linen top, pair
of capris, glued to wet skin.