It’s the last year here.
A free pool. We can shuffle down in our sandals.
The sun bearing down, but such lovely heat.
Stay in the pool all day long.
But I sit and look outside, and despair.
Because it isn’t raining.
And I’m too afraid to go outside.
Even though the sun on my skin is a balm
Even though the kids are dying of boredom
hours of their lives ticking by
We’re going out today, I have decided
like a blitzkrieg
rushing out the door and into danger
we’ll stay out and get burned and laugh and splash
and then I’ll shake myself apart in the shower later
killing myself a little for them