heat

Snowflakes die on the scales of Filipino fish,
On the skin of Chinese fruit, on the crust of
Armenian bread. The woman speaks of her diabetic husband
Who went AWOL from the hospital in order to overeat.
This world or the next one, who cares in the end.
Cars slide off the road, the sun is drunk every morning.
You can probably hear the mumble. If not,
You can probably feel the heat.

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