dS maolalai

sun stroke

the sky boiled 
like a pot filled
with crabs. i was red
all over. and then blisters. and this 
was croatia. a holiday with my family. 
it was during 
that heat wave—the one
before the current; that time all those people 
died in france. i sweated through sheets 
for 5 days 
in the apt, 
reading books and snipping 
my skin with a needle. 
liquid dripping puss, 
sticky as cum on my chest. 
the occasional shower
like falling rocks.
but it was cold, the only thing
which felt cold to me.