I get hot in this heat and it's not from the weather, a
simmering inside me that wakes me in the dead of night, a need to relieve it,
yet not brave enough to engage, holding on to it, the way I might grip a stone,
feeling the tremble through me like an earthquake, and still, it doesn’t
subside, I simply get hotter and feel my fingers scald, unable to resist the
stroke of it, coming regardless of my need to resist. I wake to the heat, boiling
over like an overheated cup of coffee, spilling over onto my fingers, here, in
the night and morning, scalded inside and out.
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