It’s a hot night.

A “walk around in bra
and cut off jeans” night.

The kind that leaves
sweat on abdomen.

Beads of moisture
around hairline.

It’s the kind of night
that makes me crave

a cold beer to press
on heated flesh,

a swirl of cigarette smoke
over my head.

I lick my teeth
and raise my chin.

I transform
animal, untamed,

I am eager
to turn off the lights,

certain I will
glow in the dark.