The smell of sweatGrows with the summer heatReplacing the fragranceOf springWith smoldering embersAnd feverish plumesCoiling prickly threadsWoven into the phantom calicoStretching its weightBetween skin & freshly pressed garmentsBecoming damp and heavyYet still never quite burning awayThough the furnace blazes–Water bottles appearAgain and againDrained by chapped lipsYet this thirstHas made divots and trenchesNot so easily filledUnless Continue reading