Neighborhood gas station
Where I only buy snacks
Never gas
Pop in 9pm
On my way
To Home Depot
To get 18 gal garbage bags
“Trash compactor” specific
(Who the fuck still uses trash compactors?)
And an air compressor
To inflate the kiddie pool
Mugged smacked assaulted
With the blanket thick suffocation
Of desert hot air
When the automatic doors glide open
I grab an American flag-themed energy drink
The coolers still cooling
But every piece of chocolate I consider
Question
Ponder
Contemplate
Assess
Already sufficiently liquified
Man behind the counter
Looking long-suffering
I ask “how long it been this hot?”
“One hour” he says
“Hang in there man” I offer in prayer
Ain’t nobody fixing
Snack shop A/C
Once the sun’s gone down
Global warming gonna ruin munchies