hot flashes

wheat in a sweater material,
shredded cotton rayon blend,
woven like the fields in late
july, the summer sessions
beginning and ending
with soft ecru, tight knits,
heat and heat and keeping
the people of the village
hot and bothered.

(put on a goddamn cardigan
if you’re so cold, or just stop
spreading legs and lies –
gossip never made for
a warm house, after all.)