Truth to lies
It snows in Las Vegas
And the heat-bound children make it so
by flinging the inhabitants of their sock drawers into the whirring fan blades
As underclothes and overclothes blanket the floor around them
And the blades whip through the hot furnace air threatening to give truth to their lies
And to prove their point further
The children stand atop their dresser and reach up to the ceiling
Wildly clawing the popcorn white asbestos into snowflakes that settle around them.
Their lungs burn out the searing truth. It is stifling here and they are evaporating.