It was very hot today

How I would read this upcoming poem: 5 vignettes that are connected together.



100 Degrees

The grass is dead.
Street workers handle shovels
and some drink from cans.
Heat waves rise from asphalt.

I let the electrician into an empty apartment.
The wooden floors are warped
and dirty from vacancy.

Outside the back window,
a child glides half-nude
down an aluminum slide.
Clothes hang from a line.

Sweat hangs from my glasses.
It must be 100 degrees.
Someone has written and left MOM
into the dirt of a window.

The electrician, wearing fire-proof gloves,
has his hand deep into a heater.