We’ve got Tennessee Williams weather in Northampton today. I’m as languid as a cat on the porch sofa, my limbs long and loose. My hair is sticking to my neck. I sit up and lift it to fan my nape then flop back again.
I drank an iced vermouth with seltzer to fully embrace the lethargy. I’ve got nowhere to be right now. I tried updating my resume earlier, but just thinking about all the work I’ve done overheated me.
I’ll sit here instead waiting for some man to tear his shirt and call my name beneath the window. I’d tell him to hush, of course. I’ve had enough of men to last a lifetime.
I will let this heat soften my bones. I will let it lie me back on the sofa, press me down, kiss my neck. The heat is a lover I will accept.
The last paragraph is a poem. It could stand as is but I wonder what would come if you expanded it.