A/C

sipping hot tea, vapor rises and i’m calm

i’m listening to lucy dacy’s new album, it’s nice

my A/C’s running, breath brushes and it starts

from the bottom, from my sole rising

but there’s guilt because i’m killing the earth with it

we’re lobsters in a pot of water and we forgot we left the fire on

i want to have kids but it’s not fair that the first thing they see’s

a ceiling blackened from smoke

the song's done

i turn off the A/C

but i’ll turn it on again after a while

and i’ll leave it running.