the ac on, the ac off

it's one

of those weeks

of fluctuating temperatures.

neither

fall or summer.

80 one day,

60 the next.

the ac on, the ac off.

it's a battle

of wills

between me and the woman

crying

in the other room.

i sneak

the button off,

she sneaks it back on.

i pull

the windows open,

she pushes

them down.

but off course in the end

she wins.

after all,

she's crying.

at least for now.