An experiment in poetry

It’s hot.
I sit
in my underwear
in front of a fan.
I have
no A/C.
Actually
I do have A/C.
It’s just
not on.
I’m trying
to save
The world
by sweating
my ass off.
Does it
really matter?
I ask.
I wonder.
Then again
it was
one hundred
and two
earlier today.