mississippi heat

quiet

just the sound of ceiling fans
moving cool air over
sweat and skin,

reminds me of summer naps
at Mamaw's house.


eyes
heavy with heat
trace the creased bindings
of old paperback novels.

idle breaths
breathe in the smell of old things
and dust
and tiny tin cans of snuff.


quiet

just the sound of sleep
weighing lifeless upon me

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