Air Conditioning — Jasper Kerkau

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Air Conditioning

The fickle face of spring,
smothered in the acrid sensation of summer—
which by definition has yet to begin. I begin the slow ascent
to normal. My legs ache and burn down long hallways.
Breath alludes, breaking me at the middle; my eyes affixed on the shiny, cold ceramic.

Summer is the destroyer.
It crushes young introverts, who seethed at
pool parties and find the sun to be loathsome;
I discover that little changes: I still hate the laughter and humid sun-rays.
A dark room beckons me; the soft hum of air-conditioning is a beautiful idiosyncratic song.


Jasper Kerkau

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Author: jasperkerkauwriting

I am trying to write myself out of the darkness.

6 thoughts on “Air Conditioning — Jasper Kerkau”

  1. the soft hum of air-conditioning is a beautiful idiosyncratic song: Loved this line and the way you show how the sun can be a torment – in more than one ways.

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