Spicy

While I was in the kitchen this morning,

my body felt like it was cooking.

My head over heated

and sweat peppered my forehead.

Removing the heat, 

I sat on the couch.

I'm tired, I thought as my body sagged onto the cushions.

All morning these negative thoughts were coming to the surface

boiling up;

and no matter how many times I put the pot cover on top,

the damn steam wafted right into my face

and I got really hot!

And so it was 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside,
and the habaneros hung low,

and combined discomfort both could cause
was nothing-

compared to how I fumed with rage.