It’s so hot, I just opened a can of tuna
with my teeth. I forgot there were can openers
was surprised to taste the fish oil mingling
with my blood, open cuts on my lips and mouth.
We’ll do things under extreme conditions: step inside
of horses when we’re freezing, fall in love with murderers.
I would kill for you, I tell my children. And, I would.
I have made bad decisions today in the heat.
I climbed the pole outside my window hoping
for a breeze. When I fell onto the moving car
the driver and I locked eyes before I tumbled off.
I am not dead. I am having lunch. A bowl of cream.
The driver is traveling north, strands of my hair
plastered onto his windshield.