Last Summer

 

Hot pavement

Wet behind the knees

Sweating through too many layers

My eyebrows collecting in the creases of my eyelids

Picnic tables, too warm classrooms

We break out, break free

Sit on the hot pavement

Let flies fly into our ears

Our unwashed hair

Sucking our warmth

Leaving blood to dry on our scalps

And, I want you back

My chest explodes

We walk and walk

I can barely talk

My clothes are heavy

I'm dirty all over again

In the summer, it's hard to stay fresh