is hotter
than minnesota sun

yucatan curb
where I sit and smoke

where my skin turns
shades of red and smolders

where I wait
for a second class bus

is hotter
than my sun

this sun pulls water
from my skin and through my clothing

everyone breathes
this water

we breathe this water and yawn
together in a station

the bus station
has a warm open face

it speaks in a language
of morning sun

03/20/2004

Author's Note: published in Unarmed

Posted on 11/19/2005
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