july in pullman...

i found this poem scratched out in purple crayon on the back of a piece of cardboard. i remember sitting with my old roommate in pullman washington trying to deal with the end of my relationship with cap.i remember how he would turn on this old air conditioner to drown out the sound of my voice

the sound of the air conditioner
overpowers the silence
even the screaming of my heart
twisted in agony
will not succumb
to the cool air
cold with sound