The beach is my goddamn nemesis. The trifecta of sun, sand, and the dreaded horror that is the water.
When our ancestors dragged their half mammalian-gilled asses out of the ocean a billion or more years ago I’m sure it was because they were sick of being eaten. Who am I to argue with them? And there’s still fucking sharks in there!
I was afraid that after reading this I would never enjoy gazing upon breasts with the same adulation I always have, but who am I kidding? Sludge or no sludge, a breast is a thing of beauty.
I did, in fact, place ice packs in my bra for the walk to work in one past heat wave. Something was going on with the car, as usual. It was about a 6-minute walk. Certainly close enough to walk … but temps in high 90s and humidity! You can get pretty sweaty. Who wants to show up at the office a sweaty mess?
Lying in the sun, with headphones in a coma.
Blissfully unaware of the looming myeloma.
😆😆 Perfect.
Brilliant and, as always, painfully relatable. ☀️
Although personally my frizzy bird's nest hair requires no pool; just 2.3 seconds outside in this fracking humidity.
Thanks Courtney.
So true, the bird nest hair doesn't even require the pool.
Lightning and thunder
temps in the hundreds (F°)
AC bill
is taking me under.
My car in the parking lot
gets so hot
I can't sit
down in it.
They tell you to hydrate
and that's what I do,
but that means sweat and pee take charge of you.
My arms in the sun or
on the steering wheel
get that dry burnt flaky feel
Summer's what I waited for?
I think not.
Too sandy, sweaty and fucking hot.
*poetry snaps*
Here Here! Tall frosty jugs of cold whatever hoisted in honour of Robin! Here Here!
😆😆 Thanks Lee.
🍺 🍻 🍺 🍻
I hate sand
That's not uncommon. I think a lot of people love the look and idea of sand, but the reality of it can be quite different.
The beach is my goddamn nemesis. The trifecta of sun, sand, and the dreaded horror that is the water.
When our ancestors dragged their half mammalian-gilled asses out of the ocean a billion or more years ago I’m sure it was because they were sick of being eaten. Who am I to argue with them? And there’s still fucking sharks in there!
Very clever. Your poem will look good on my refrigerator!
😆😆 Yay.
I was afraid that after reading this I would never enjoy gazing upon breasts with the same adulation I always have, but who am I kidding? Sludge or no sludge, a breast is a thing of beauty.
Yup, sweaty boobs are still boobs! :)
Gaze upon them any way you want; they are part of a human body and subject to objective assessment, which poet and Prof. Wilding gives us. :)
You are so talented. I love your mind - but you know this already.
Thanks Terrie :)
Ode to Summer
Heat is a bummer
Lume body deodorant, that shit works 🤗
ooh I saw an ad for that and wondered. Thanks for the confirmation :)
I did, in fact, place ice packs in my bra for the walk to work in one past heat wave. Something was going on with the car, as usual. It was about a 6-minute walk. Certainly close enough to walk … but temps in high 90s and humidity! You can get pretty sweaty. Who wants to show up at the office a sweaty mess?
haha that's amazing you actually did it. It's fun to know it works! Or works-ish.
Thanks. Very funny. I need every bit of humor I can get my hands on these days!
Yeah, we all do these days.
Perfect
Thanks Ina :)
I love summer, myself -- good old hot, humid New York summer.
I do love it. I lived in the Caribbean for a decade, I love the heat. But I thought some people could use this poem haha
I grew up in Puerto Rico. Where were you?
I’m truly glad someone likes it. 🔆
🫳🎤
😆 Thanks.
Good one