Heatwaves radiating across the country,
common occurrences every summer
now occurring every season.
Summer stretches long into Fall,
makes a cameo during Winter
And begins earlier every Spring.
It’s a heatwave, they say.
No, it’s global warming.
No, it’s now called climate change, haven’t you heard?
No, that’s all fake news.
It’s only a heatwave, you see.
Varying heatwaves from place to place,
it’s unheard of in cities without air conditioning.
And now 130 recorded in the middle of Death Valley,
it’s a long streak of near-death experiences for everybody.
Sure, tell them it’s just another heatwave while our friends melt in the sweltering sun.
Tell them it’s only a heatwave when the final glaciers breakaway.
Tell them it’s only a heatwave, I’m sure they will soon believe.
We are more than sunlit afternoons
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
my heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.
We are more than sunlit afternoons And carefully crafted love letters, More than the poetry and the art we create… But in this moment of playful banter, When you ask me if I love you, I squeeze your hand my heart still flutters When you squeeze back. […]
sing me a song at every chance,
with every glance
capture me with your smile,
make the lyrics repeat in my head,
let your tone send shivers through me,
and when I hear the first notes,
let that song send me back to you.
It’s a walking numbness, a dull pain that sometimes presents itself in waves. It slowly builds, and one day, every few weeks it explodes. I can’t bring myself out of bed. The rolling tears subside for a moment only to build again and again. The world outside, and the family inside, doesn’t exist, only what’s happening right here. Only this pillow, only this blanket, only the thoughts of love so far away, always out of reach.
‘You should call someone, snap out of it.’
But you don’t.
They say to dig deep to find the root of the pain. Where does it hurt? When did it start? Is it constant? Does it hurt when you hold your body in such a position? Does it hurt when you turn your insides out? Do you cover your pain with a smile and ‘I’m fine’? Does it ceaselessly carry weight under your eyelids? Does it pull on you with every chance, every second of the day? Does it numb you from climbing out of bed? Do you answer ‘yes’ to every survey question regarding depression? If ‘yes’, please proceed to your nearest healthcare provider immediately.
Isn’t it all just a sham, a system to pop more pills, to pour money into pharmaceutical companies to keep you addicted to a drug that causes side effects, and more pills to alleviate such effects? All the more pain to bear, more hurting to just barely keep you together.
So I resist, and insist ‘I’m fine’. It’s only a bad day, it will pass. Until the next set of waves crash.