Hot and Hungry.

The heat

The lack of sleep

Hungover on the intangible ideas

of a teenager in high school

 

Hungry for conversation and a good burger

 

Where's the mother of my nest?

Across continents and in between decade long drama

 

She's burning up too

 

My brain is about to burst

and ooze out of my ears

My red, hot ears

 

These shades allow the observation

without the distracting sun

 

Where is the breeze?

Where is my relief?