Today, give me an air conditioner dream.

A day where I don't have to sweat and glisten

in my own juices and wonder why bodies

have to get so terribly warm, betraying

that the air around us is so sweltering.

Kinetic drink and stationary mealtime,

Battery to a power core, keeps us bright

and hot, pulsing small intestine filament

heater that bakes more than an L.A. roller.

Carbonation on ice to turn the dial

back to chill. This drink helps absolutely none.

Ninety-eight point seven degrees Fahrenheit.