Megan Lee is a law student who enjoys writing poetry in her spare time. Her work has appeared in The Big Windows Review, The Blue Moon Literary & Art Review, and Thimble Literary Magazine.
So it seems
all that matters
is keeping each other warm.
The air conditioner was broken
the first time someone told me he loved me.
It was over the phone. A lie,
but a kind one. Still, I knew real love was lying downstairs, overheated,
trying to keep cool on our living room floor. When my little white dog saw
me, he jumped into my arms,
his fur too warm for that summer night.
Beside him, my mother, father, and sister
slept. The sweat from their foreheads
swept away by a fan.