I had just broken up with my boyfriend of two years. The need to shed reminders of him was strong. I drown them in cold alcoholic drinks under city lights. Who knew a baby shower could be like a night at the club.

Afterwards I sat on a porch under the stars. Row houses can be so steamy in summer. In reality, it was probably that flying cockroach that led us outside. The three of us chatted the night away before the sky lighten. Slowly I began the process of piecing myself back together.

hot and humid days

turn into long, steamy nights

never-ending heat

- Written for dVerse halibun prompt about summer heat.  Originally posted on 7/26/16 at http://www.poemsbyarcadiamaria.blogspot.com