Summer Heat Rules

In the summer,
when the sun goes down
the heat doesn't die.

It sits at the base of your closed window
breathing in the night air.
It gleefully dances across asphalt parking lots,
bragging about the hands it singed.

It lingers
as you decide if sleeping under a blanket is worth
waking up in a puddle,
and when you stare longingly at your jackets
that would kill you if you wore them
but still call to your from their hangers.

In the summer
the heat rules
with a glaring intensity,
and ushers in a new age
of water bottle guzzling.

There's little more to do
​when the sun is out to get you.