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Mar 2014
Something about
these hotel AC's,
they lie in such close proximity
& seem engineered to produce
near-Arctic temperatures.
So cold,
so freezing,
and one like me,
so relaxed,
lying under
a mountain of quilts,
feels too lazy,
so unable to get up,
to move through frigid-air,
to adjust a thermostat
that seems perpetually broken,
& stuck on just one setting,
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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