Heat builds beneath a saucepan lid sky
Mirage shimmers round the edges where the grass is dry
Summer arrived so sharply
Sweat cuts riveluttes of cleaner skin down his dark face
I pass a cold drink, and wish I could do more
*It’s always the same. Summer scorches the men’s skin, turning them black over the course of a week of searing temperatures.
I work in airconditioning, and feel guilty
Two weeks left and then the beach and holidays – it can’t come quick enough!
