Hotter Than July
Scarcely through the noon hour,
she needs another shower
She is hot.
Tracking the concrete
of Motor City pride,
looking for a boi
to turn her out,
for a while,
Cool her down
with seasoning
only the educated
tongue can bring
Bartender pour something cold in her rainbow cup
so she can forget home and become resistant to time
Her desire is hotter than July.
In a staff
bathroom stall
line reaching for the door
hands gripping the dreds
guiding head
The boi brings
eye showers
She quakes like California
Coming home to him,
she is cool.
Jessica Holter
writing as T. Calloway
poem by Jessica Holter
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