gusty
tender_square
i
woke
up
warmer
than
when
i
went
to
bed
,
hair
slick
with
sweat
and
body
full
of
fever
sleep
.
i
didn’t
know
that
the
temperature
had
risen
twenty
degrees
outside
overnight.
i
waited
for
the
salt
on
my
skin
to
turn
to
cool
crystal;
it
didn’t
in
cobra pose.
the
weather
app showed swirls
of
wind
for
the
front
that
would
drop
the
temperature
in
the
hours
ahead
,
and
rain
’s
probability
was
in
the
upper percentiles
before
daybreak
.
i
went
out
anyway
, desiring
movement
.
it
was
dark
when
i
stepped
out
onto
the
track
,
and
too
warm
for
december
.
the
clouds
were
an
insulation
pink
,
and
low
,
moving
rapidly
east
.
by
my
second
lap,
the
rain
fell
in
fat
sideway gusts
i
had
to
protect
my
face
from
.
i
passed
a
man
walking
with
a
golf
umbrella
to
shield
his
body
from
the
onslaught
. “
gorgeous
weather
we
’re
having
,
huh
?”
i
called
to
him
.
at
home
,
i
stripped
my
damp
layers
one
by
one
and
sent
them
to
the
dryer.
those
sticky
clothes
would
chill
my
bones
if
i
let
them
.
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