Sweating like Fat Elvis

Odilia Rivera Santos

We are not home home in a tropical country
mid conversation on the porch
with the staccato movements of local lizards
in our periphery.
We are not in the Sudan
involved in some internecine strife,
skirmishes without end.
We are not Lawrence of Arabia
in a desert - heads covered
mouth full of sand.
When you come to
you'll remember
some ice-cold water
thrown against your lips
as you sweat like fat Elvis
in the new global warming game