I don't have an AC
mum bought me a window fan
I installed it myself
Slowly sticking to the leather
The dried skin
The smooth and peel of my body
Trying to maneuver myself into your life
Smoothly
Peeling myself against the grains of sand
Sinking with sandbags
Eating sand from the sandbox
Sometimes the kids can be mean
Pulling myself away from the glow of your text message
Beginning to tan from our late night conversations
They will explode
"You're perfect
You're perfect
You're perfect"
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