Hell for a Basement

It’s almost November
and I’m still
watching beads of sweat
crawl down
my beer bottles,
and beads of sweat
slide down
the walls.

This is what I deserve
for wishing so hard
for warmth
last winter.

So I’ll sit
in my basement hell
far from Alberta,
and celebrate
the heat.

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