By Heather Lockerman
i wake groggy and hot
take a few shallow breaths
the air is stagnant and heavy as if the weight of
the world is alive in my bedroom
my body is yet again on fire from the inside out
i quietly slip to the cool carpet and check the
time
it's always the same; bathroom, fix the sheets,
lay down and ask myself "am i cooler now?"
the answer ... never at midnight