Hot - slant sonnet circlet

Fighting the heat I am fighting my self-creature, legs brain skin.

Skin-sticky, tired, snap-ready, no body here but me to lay into.

Into the evening open-mouthed, breeze-waiting. The day my undoing.

Undoing the doing of cool unflappable me. Undoing me.

Me in pieces, in crazy, in wanting you all gone pronto.

Pronto you skitter-scatter, empty is all there is here now. Hot.

Hot room after room, me fighting me fighting me fighting.

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Fighting the dead slow air I am breathing alone. Losing.

Losing the wait, losing my snap-together cool.

Cool is a memory gone flat, melting. Kissing what I was.

Was one piece. Was think-alone, stand-up-straight, watch out scary!

Scary the falling apart. Now alone. Empty hot cavern rooms.

Rooms for chasing the gone-away air-breeze here, there.

There is no me left. There is only the fighting.