you know, the kind that are so juicy you have to eat over the kitchen sink
otherwise the bloodred fruit comes down around your fingers and makes you feel sticky for hours
these are the fruits that have to be enjoyed outside, with your toes and soles and calves in the still-damp grass
when the humidity is the warm washcloth that works its way in until each bone is wrapped in a delightfully soft layer that makes everything seem fuzzier
even though my life has probably never seemed more dull to anyone else
i truly believe
that i am really living
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okay i don't know how life is by the mississippi but i've never had humidty that "is the warm washcloth that works its way in until each bone is wrapped in a delightfully soft layer that makes everything seem fuzzier"
most of the humidity i experience is the kind that makes me want to freeze to death instead of having to bear the heat
mm nice ending though
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