POLLUTING

the rain is hot sometimes the cold 
drips on the rusting metal frame the
dust takes a shower cold, turns wet and dims each
strand and curls visible lying against their wall like mud
seamless no more floating no more cotton flying just
the water passing through the sill gentle clapping
gently tapping rapidly counting, the edge of the 
carpet is moisturized a darker shade of tan my 
face is cold against the window the rain on the other side
the cold drips along my face and rain is hot sometimes, 
sweating my face i dont know what temperature is
anymore, super cold is hot sometimes and this chilliness bites my neck and the back 
of my spine. one drip lands and blows through the air, joins the swamp and
becomes a stream a river a puddle the sea, the rain is hot sometimes under the sun
i am warm