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I want my memories to remain the same heat
even it doesn't always feel good
like the air of the night we rode across the city
there was a festival and the river was on fire
We were trying to get to another festival on the other side
the one we thought was cooler
Me in a beige knitted skirt
that you insisted on making a dress into
it made me half-naked
but you borrowed me a belt so I looked more covered.
The air was hot
almost hard to breathe in
like New York metro
It was the same heat
but not the same
Not when we danced in the basement and sweat
out for some air and the air was hot
the heat got into your skin
I am scared that years from now
I will be a boring office lady and you will be doing labor work
and we will follow the crowd
suffocated by heat.
Heat

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Film photos by Will James