wet summer night

collards on the kettle
see the boil
tripping bubbles heat the hottest air
a/c desired
a/c denied
cold lives on the bus the subway the office

ready

she looks with longing
eyes beyond the window pulsing
the beat of rain
osmotic air over a shoulder
beads of water growing growing leaving cooling
quick lightening light sends her back to bed

waiting

I got all of my cooking done. I made 5 things and only one was... not good. I'll call it success.