AIR-CONDITIONED DELIRIUM

It’s so hot a cactus exploded in my front yard. Now it looks like an empty alien egg sac, rotting in the heat, giving off an awful stench as whatever creature--or brood--it spawned wanders the neighborhood in search of sustenance. Thank Ehecatl for air-conditioning! He’s the material aspect of Quetzalcoatl, the god of wind, air. Moving air. The gadgetry that cools and moves the air are his…