It is cyclone heavy
and the temperature hovers above the ground
like a mirage
I am lying under the fan
playing phone scrabble
with a stranger
but in this heat I have only vowels
Long rows of sighing ooouuu’s and aaaaa’s
C and K clink briefly in my glass
then melt away
G catches in the back of my throat
as I wake
and the phone slips from my fingers
Letters spin
in rising thermals
and it is far too hot for words


About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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One Response to Scrabble

  1. Moira says:

    It was too hot for anything! Are you watching SBS at 6.00 week days?

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