HUMIDITY
growing up in the south
i was well into my teens before
i realized what humidity is
don’t get me wrong i knew
the textbook definition i
understood what they were talking
about when they talked about it
on the news but to me that was just
what air felt like air was supposed
to confront you when you walk
outside it was supposed to engulf
you in smothering draining stifling
warmth like a womb but without
nurture or comfort it was something
invisible unnoticed hanging over you heavy
like a sheet damp from an anxious
restless night so native to the environment
so pervasive in our structures so natural
it was almost like racism
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