Scarcely through the noon hour, <br />she needs another shower <br /> <br />She is hot. <br /> <br />Tracking the concrete <br />of Motor City pride, <br />looking for a boi <br />to turn her out, <br />for a while, <br />Cool her down <br />with seasoning <br />only the educated <br />tongue can bring <br /> <br />Bartender pour something cold in her rainbow cup <br />so she can forget home and become resistant to time <br /> <br />Her desire is hotter than July. <br /> <br />In a staff <br />bathroom stall <br />line reaching for the door <br />hands gripping the dreds <br />guiding head <br />The boi brings <br />eye showers <br /> <br />She quakes like California <br />Coming home to him, <br /> <br />she is cool. <br /> <br />Jessica Holter <br />writing as T. Calloway<br /><br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hotter-than-july/
