Letter From the Desert: Dry Lightning

Each day is an endless haze of heat beguiling and dangerous. It soaks through my clothing, my skin, my bones. Joints loosen. Heat this strong and persistent gets personified, its thumbs working the tender spots along my spine, raking the nape of my neck. The heat elates me, enervates me, hollows me out. It is every unwell relationship I have ever had, a…