It's Hot.

Right now it's August
an overcast day
a humid day
brown skin
bare feet
bug bites

Inside with no air
only a white fan
it turns
spreads the hot air
spreads the dryness
And the people are quiet
because it's too hot to talk

It's like a box
two tables
ouside the office
the garage to the left
machines whir
a distant buzz that surrounds you
like the soda machine to the right

Colorful pictures
on the wall
faded
like the table cloth
that sticks to my skin
and they dress up the tables
with potted plants
green with life
as if everything isn't dead.