The weather app
says it’s 32 degrees,
yet I walk around
being slow-roasted alive.
No amount of water
quenches this thirst,
no passing wind
cools the skin enough
to feel human again.
Who looked at this
burning rock
and called it
habitable?
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:51 AM UTC
The weather app
says it’s 32 degrees,
yet I walk around
being slow-roasted alive.
No amount of water
quenches this thirst,
no passing wind
cools the skin enough
to feel human again.
Who looked at this
burning rock
and called it
habitable?
The summer has been brutal.
