I want it to be hot, muggy, the air thick and smelling like how Mississauga smells in my memory, like there are pools everywhere
I want to be outside and sticky and not worried about a coat, and to be on my third t-shirt of the day, walking
I want to walk until I need (NEED) to sit down on a curb for, just, like, five minutes, maybe seven, and to have the optiom to do that
4% battery holding out until I'm almost home so that I have to sing to myself for entertainment the last little bit
Don't fall asleep until 5:30 am, pantlegs wet with dew, please be dew
Wake up already warm, thirsty
I'm already sick of the sun, but I'll miss it in January
Just like I miss lots of things that I don't appreciate at the timeHEY WE ARE TALKING ABOUT SUMMER HERE
Gonna walk a flask on down to the corner store and make a hobo colada at the slurpee machine
I want to listen to crickets, walk next to a skunk, worry when I see teenagers that are probably worried when they see me
Watch the sunrise from the other side of a wall in bed and be thankful for summer fucking nights
No comments:
Post a Comment