heat

everything is hot and stuffy 
our glasses sweat, 
they create pools of condensed water 
the table sticks to my elbows from humidity 
its plastic is scratched from so many plates before
surrounding voices stick to my eardrums
it fills the tubes of my ears and grows hot, heavy, and sticky 
like blood 
the ac rattles 
and slaps a red curtain against my pale freckled arm 
lashing in and out 
the only movement in a place that crawls through heat 
each memory sticking to the one before 
even the shadows seem to cling to the wall