I stand under the glaring summer sun and feel my lungs dry and my head melt
Selling juice boxes to passers-by in silver-sequinned skirts
They have air-conditioned houses to go back to
My bright smile strains my cheeks and grinds my teeth
My honey-sweet voice is cloying to my ears
Their smiles glare white-hot down over me
I long for the rain
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