Taken With the Wind

7:34 am.
And I’m already sweating up a storm.
I don’t understand
How that even works.
It wasn’t like this over
In Portland
But then again the hottest it got there was
85 degrees.
The water stung
Suffocation
Took a while for the heat to die down.
“Camille!”
Through the door.
Oh father.
“You have a visitor!”
He didn’t sound happy.
More stinging on my ass
As I fall to the floor.
It had to have been John.
What the FUCK was he doing here?
At seven am?