Heat In More Ways Than One


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    Heat In More Ways Than One

    An old one from 2008


    Posed to perfection,
    legs sprawled,
    armpits exposed,
    a glass of ice and Lipton’s
    pressed to my breast and face,
    the fan oscillates
    in, around and on me,
    cooling all of my hot places.

    Spitefully
    I wished for God
    to feel
    this furnace he created
    and glisten
    a string of sweat beads
    across his upper lip.
    Then,
    creeped out and contrite,
    I took it back in fright,
    with a “dear Lord, I didn’t mean it.”

    A commotion outside
    saved my sorry soul
    with beckoning shrieks
    and gurgled grunts,
    Ouch, my feet,
    and
    Pull. Pull harder.
    and
    Mama, come here quick.

    “What’s going on out there?”

    “Pudgy’s gone flat,’ Penny howls,
    “and Pepper’s pumping Pudgy up!
    Now they’re stuck.”

    I peek outside the window,
    then run into the yard.
    Two hopping, screaming kids
    out on the steaming road,
    Penny pulling Pepper,
    Polly pulling Pudgy.
    Their feet frying like catfish
    in a hot cast iron skillet.

    The girls haul them to the lawn.
    Vicissitudes do not phase.
    For blithely in the fray… Pepper pumps.

    “She’s getting too much air. She’ll pop.”
    Penny and Polly start to cry.

    Mr. Quinn runs out
    dragging the garden hose.
    “This is a disgrace,” he grouches.
    “Pudgy’s in heat AGAIN.
    My poor Pep. Poor damn pup.
    Never stands a chance.”

    Water turned full force,
    he squirts the dogs
    adrift.
    Their deed undone,
    Pudgy yawns
    and Polly
    wants to punish Pepper.

    “You’re not a pump,” she says.

    Mr. Quinn lights a cigarette
    and glares at us while petting Pep.

    “May we play in the water, Mr. Quinn,
    since everything’s okay?
    Please Mr. Quinn. It’s so hot today.”

    “Just make it snappy, girls. Play awhile,
    then go away”
    He adjusts the hose to a perfect spray.

    Back inside,
    my ice is melting
    from the blowing fan.
    I remember my ungodly wish.

    “I’m really sorry,” I moan again.

    Offering a most pious smile,
    I bow my head and I pray.

    “Dear Lord, did I ever thank you for
    such a beautiful, scalding day?”

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    Enjoyed the thorough laughter. Bless you Apple.

    Thanks for sharing it here today.

    Ritu
    Last edited by ritudimrinautiyal; March 3rd, 2021 at 04:32 AM.

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