too hot

"maybe it's just getting too hot..."
she said; lips blowing off "smoke" from finger tips of a mock gun hand
"it's a murder suicide and no one seems to notice
they would notice if...
they would notice if..."
her body swayed in 10 inch electric blue foam platforms
perfect hot pink toe nails peeking out
& her gun was safely put away in her imaginary vault
"you know when i was still fresh from that wound...i was reincarnated on a walk through rural japan
...timeless smells spoke to me...
...timeless spells evoke in me...
...timeless shells awoke of me..."
she is teetering to reach a book
"but maybe it's just getting too hot...
warring pacifists...peaceful war...what are war crimes anyway...the whole thing is a crime"
dragon smoke nostrils flared, a scent of nat sherman havana ovals: "the only thing i smoke"
slender non nonchalant turn page fingers
she finds a passage she likes on pg 69 of the diary of anais nin and reads:
"The core of us is an artist, a writer...it is in our work...that we reassemble the fragments, re-create wholeness...
a gentle sigh, a murmur from pink pillow lips:
...but right now it's just too hot"