Hot heat rising,
sweat boiling, blood, flesh, bone
on pavement, wreckage
of twisted metal and plastic.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
Hot heat rising,
sweat boiling, blood, flesh, bone
on pavement, wreckage
of twisted metal and plastic.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina