Heating

I woke up with one eye seared shut, the other not commenting. My hat had done to my head what a bag does to an onion. My neck wasn't even needed. When I spoke to my sister, she burned away. Otherwise, cool, we said. This was 10:00; like tomatoes, I was just starting. The papers said to beat the heat by sleeping it, by heating in. That's why I've been this way.