The miniscule electric fan heaves
to push tiny breaths of air into the sweltering abode
Beads of sweat pour down my neck
As I wrap my lengthening hair in my dollar store hair clip
The computer – overheated!
The television – overheated!
The iPad – overheated!
The intricate systems were never meant to suffer this cruel roasting
“What shall I do?” I weep into the kitchen.
“Open me”, whispers the ice box in my ear.
Mint Chocolate ice cream
We meet again.