HOT. Now the sun is setting on us, and we won’t be letting on that the disappointment always comes. The outcome never hits the mark. Tires on the roadway send this out to all the boys and girls with the lost phone numbers and the adolescent bank accounts. Now the days are laid out: Saturdays and Sundays in a row. Calendar contrition. Count the ashtrays dumped out on the kitchen floor. Strike while it’s hot! Two feet on the floor. Situation: hot! One hand on the door. Strategies to stretch the night out. Chemicals combine; the right amount. Leverage is gained, but what a cheap reward we’re left with after that! Hot!