25 July, 2010

Box Fan

My best friend these days
is square in shape and thin.
I think it’s a boy.

Its/his voice keeps me sleepy
and cool when the sun
vomits on the street.

We spend many hours together
and have never quarreled.
Without him, I’d be dizzy and hot.

I rely on my friend more and more,
though the days get shorter.
I don’t mind this dependence.

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