AugPoWriMo 16

Opened windows for the first time since May
The outside has gotten lost in a way
The sun burns too bright the insects too loud
What was it like being stuck in a crowd
The car is no good as means for release
People still don’t know how to drive at least
Used to be able to blame the weather
Or know when we would receive a letter
Turns out the climate just migrates inside
Your cells don’t even have a place to hide
We’re projecting light onto tiny screens
Our synapses trapped in the in-betweens
Might leave the windows open for a spell
If the heat turns up we must be in hell