It's Hot

My bare feet cook on the steaming blacktop
and blisters are beginning to form.
I try to shield my face with my sunburned hands
as a drop of sweat rolls down from my scalp
and into my eye, stinging.
A hot blast of wind comes suddenly, from the north,
with such force that it knocks me down,
and my knees begin to scorch.
Fuck this shit, I'm going swimming.