The Storm

The box fan is about as useless as he is
as it blows around the sticky air in my room
filled with layers of dust from summers passed
needing to be cleaned
needing to be cleaned...

Too fucking hot to fall asleep
so I lay awake and wonder
where is the storm they called for
why are there flashes of lightening
but no thunder
or
rain

just the same ambiguous promises
and the smell of shit that curdles
the humidity of this hellhole.

Stripped down to nothing to stay cool
No clothes, no blankets and even
no dignity just darkness
heat and
betrayal.

I’m no fucking meteorologist
but I can predict a storm better than most
once lightening flashes
then you start counting
then you start counting…