Letter from a Hot Apartment (With Elephant)

Hating Air Conditioners

Letter From a Hot Apartment

Dear dear one,
I miss you tons.
I hope you are not too hot up there.

Down here, it’s hot.
Yes, I could turn on
the air conditioners, but
you know how I am.
I don’t believe in air conditioners.
I say it’s because of the war.
I say it’s because of the environment.
I say it’s because I’m so broke.
All of which is true.
But the greater truth is that I just hate
their buzzing hum, and worse, the vacuum that descends
when windows that can open
are closed up tight.
You could say that I
am a sensitive type,
with issues of
control.

Though if you were here, I’d let you put
one on just as much as you wanted,
(for a few minutes at least.)
(No, seriously, for just as long as you wanted),
(as long as it wasn’t too long.)

Because despite what I am,
which is not
an air conditioner.
I really would do just about anything
for you, dear, whom I miss
tons.

Explore posts in the same categories: elephants, poetry, Uncategorized

Tags: , , , , , ,

You can comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.

4 Comments on “Letter from a Hot Apartment (With Elephant)”

  1. Jay's avatar Jay Says:

    That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. And you are the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I miss you tons right back.

  2. margaret dessau's avatar margaret dessau Says:

    I sent this missive to Bob up there (or down there in even hotter climes)- made me sad/ happpy to remember a benign difference, easily reconcilable.


I'd love to hear from you!

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.