2006-08-01 - 11:58 a.m.
the cat is draped across the couch cushions, as boneless and motionless as a pelt. over the sink, the leaves of the pothos have gone limp and curled at the edges. even with the shades drawn, a bleak and resolute light is baking through the windows.
the air in the apartment has been singed to a faded yellow. the desert plants are happy, but i am not.
here at my desk, the temperature has crept up into the triple digits. i am off to the library to escape this hot air like a panting dog.