This is what Charlotte writes.

03.20.08

The air is so hot that it peels the skin from my bones,
raising huge, blister like bubbles.
Like blisters but my whole skin,
growing, bursting, peeling, leaving only
my skeleton.
The air is so hot that it vaporizes my blood
and when someone hands me
a glass of cool water
red beads gather on its surface.
The air is so hot that my eyeballs shrivel like raisins
and drop from their sockets
into my bowl of popcorn, which had been
picked but a minute ago.
The air is so hot that I am immobile
splayed on the couch
just a dried out skeleton
with drops on my glass
and fallen-raisin eyes.