Written June 26, 1989
Sssszzt! And the metal ring snaps open and tiny Don Ho bubbles fill up the air space above.
"Don't shush me" and I guzzle, faster than I should, ginger acids my nose hairs.
"Ow, ooo, oh!" Pain, not-so-pain, return to steady state.
I set the aluminum can down and open another before the first one is done with.
The spriting schpritzes rush about to & fro, here & there.
"Slow down, slow down."
Who knew?
Who knew that the sex we had with
air conditioners,
made in Japan,
for Canadian winters
Would lead to this? This hole I cannot see above my head?
I tip both cans upside down on linoleum and gently place them in the blue box.
