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Heat
Deborah Stein

hot boys, she says are sweet in the summertime
muscles burning taut and rippled
steam rising off their shoulders and hanging
in the air, heavy swirling auras of light
and cologne, making a greenhouse in her room
backing away coolly, i say I'm not so sure
with my sour apple gum and dry air conditioning
(keep me from her heat sticking my hand to my cheek
eternal expression of awe) i watch her try
to bloom, bear fruit, or at least create honey
to boil in the fevered friction, wailing as she rubs up
against them and they stand, patient shiny statues
sweat gleaming just beneath their skin.