Wednesday, May 26, 2010

HATE SUMMER

Wet foot puddles
I always step in them

Hot, restless nights
Worse than the cold

Bugs as big as baby heads
Crawling out of everything

A chorus of screams coming from the pool
As if the two together were essential

Mosquitoes buzzing past my ear
Landing on the buffet table, my arm, my leg, my face

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