Westwind

Sauna

Danielle Dickerson

 

I thought of Dante.

Soft sweat catching

his morose stance;

My problems only

Remained in the furnace,

Temperate,

no longer

Existing.

 

Each

body

slumped

tight,

Expressing discomfort,

Disgruntled gargoyles,

Fat minions professing

laughter.

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