VOLUME 10 TABLE OF CONTENTS

HOT NIGHTS Lying together roasted and tortured Unable to escape one’s own heat, Let alone each other’s, a thought, A chilling thought comes to mind. Rolling, a cool domestic avalanche Off the tongue like a brand name Like a wild adventure package Though never seen on television, Learned from a steamy Czech film.   The cloth…  Lets do the cloth, You say, like children, prisoners Of a rainy day, you run for the fan, That rattling old oscillating thing, A big bowl of floating ice cubes, And two personal size wash cloths, Yes, this is mutual self expression.   Even on hot days there is cold As the tantalizing ceremony begins A tease of icy tingling, winter breeze Sweeping the cloth in loving ways.

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