hot than a mofucker
July 28 1997
by la guarani


It was so hot 
cigarette smoke was curlin back
into lungs  
exhalation became impossible

It was so hot 
the merengue slippin out the windows
condensed and covered the buildings
with a slightly dirty candy coating

and cause of this heat 
a mirage rose up in the spray of a fire hydrant
cascadin across streets redecorated
with a pallette of gum and cigarette ashes..
Forming in droplets were
pictures of left-behind islands
where there was electricity only on 
Wednesdays
and the sea could eat up pain
to make you smooth again

But at 5:30 the hydrant got 
shut off by a PROPER AUTHORITY
and we remembered that we were 
just in Washington Heights
presiding over a gray and dusty city
from our curbside thrones
subsisting on the stickiness in popsicles and
melting ice with our tongues.


                                    by la guarani