By Vivi Sojorhn

The Heat Dome was so hot it reached down and melted the freeway so that it slid forward on itself like a mother’s belly does when there is no baby holding it out anymore. For whatever reason it’s called buckling. The heat bubbles crawled over me like a fat suit, only it was real fat that bothered me. The vampire in me feels blood dripping down my chin, but it’s only hot water — a mere ten minutes out of the cooler. I decided I could only live at night this summer.

The Vampire flew on the
Cool night breeze finding ice bags
For coffin’s day worth.

 2025@Vivi Sojorhn

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