this morning #14.

this morning, the air blasted down on his head. brisk. the previous day, the sun melted the land all around. he'd stayed indoors since noon. twenty-four hours would come soon. remaining hairs flapping in the wind. getting up & getting cool. getting it together & breathing. breathing deep. sitting on the rug. imported from abroad. deep in thought, importing everything. feeling the waves of shame. the waves of pleasure. the peaks & valleys. clearing it out. clearing some space for the paces ahead. gods willing, he would walk free from the heat and, if he didn't, for now he was free, indoors but free. one day, he would see.