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“It’s Not the Heat” by Alex Hubbell

It’s Not the Heat

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity

Sticking soles of shoes to cement graveyards
Scattered with fried frogs and flattened flowers

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity

Hair wild and witchy winding untamed
Worn with wilting wildflowers wound into crowns

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity

Coronating us everglade empresses
Ending evenings with enchantments and incantations and elegies for our enemies

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity

Sending storms sizzling across the swamps
Scaring spoiled sisters swarming for shelter in secret cypress sanctuaries

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity

Driving dogs down deer-lined drives
Digging for dead girls and drug-fueled dalliances

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity

Carrying our spells through lightning and thunder
To the cypress woods where you hid from the rain
When the men are in heat
Not just heat but humidity
Swimming through storms to find girls like you
Who’d been hexed by queens like us

It’s not the heat
It’s the humidity