about hot cement as a back that curves;
–overwhelming- as fingers pointing at the sky;
of fucking heated streets as a female who twists;
–amazing- as human hands trying to reach the ceiling;
out of pain of boiling flesh made as by a body that folds,
capitalist anthill scarring the atmosphere;
howling concrete in the shape of a dorsum crooking;
manmaderections looking as
trying – vainly- to grab a piece of heaven.
All is full of awe.