Temperatures and humidity keep rising, and the hot Texas summer is the inspiration for this week’s poem.
It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity
if you have even one bit of curl
to your hair
you know that in Texas
it can grow to five times
its normal size
you know it can attain
its own sentience
sitting atop your crown
expanding
growing
the humidity feeding it
like heat grows okra
and lord help you
if you try to tame the beast
because all product absorbs into its maw
it’s not the heat
it’s the humidity, y’all
that makes Texans stand so tall
Produced by Laura Rice