unedited lunchtime poetry 1

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

 

 

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