Humidity
the air is heavy
like a piece of wet cheesecloth over my face
it hampers my breath
my heart is heavy
like a clogged swimming pool pump
it doesn’t want to move the blood through the chambers
and back out again
I tap my finger on my forehead
1…2…3 times
3 more times
somehow I think this might stop the tears
that spring from my eyes
but I’m wrong
some days nothing stops them
because the loneliness penetrates too deeply
and nothing seems right with the world