Fish out of Water

In this heat, I sweat profuse. I splash water at my armpits The nape of my neck And shameless, over my genitals. On the bed, in the nude I fart and sigh, happy. The dogs lie legs up in the air, Too tired to smell the wind.

I choke at the chilled lemonade Gurgling down my throat. Out in the portico, a crow Dips its beak and then jumps Into the clay pan, splashing in the water.

I wish I were a fish, Swishing my tail, chilling With the mermaids. But then, the fish are dying And the birds and bees too. Soon, we too would, for sure.