Hello Blog Buddies!
I have finally returned after surviving a whole week without electricity due to Hurricane Irene. I hope you enjoyed my last BACTIA posts (thank goodness for Blogger's scheduled posting...), and I'd like to apologize for the fact that, because my power was out and I couldn't update it, my Book Counter has been inaccurate for the last 9 days. Anyway, here is a poem I wrote after I was forced to spend the day at the pool while we waited for our electricity to be restored...
Arriving, toting toys, towels, and coolers.
Seven dollars to bring a friend, what?!
People gaze up from a heat-induced stupor,
Watching us as we search for a seat.
Obnoxious kids splash at our ankles.
Why can't they just leave us alone?
Aromas sting our senses as we spread our towels
On cheap rubber lounge chairs sticky with sweat.
Smells of chlorine
And sunscreen
And crappy snackbar food.
The smells of vanity and overindulgence.
Constant discomfort as we try to tan,
The air is too hot, too humid.
The water is too cold, too crowded.
The feeling that everyone's watching you,
Even if they aren't.
Noticing your every self-conscious flaw.
"When can we leave?"
But we want to be tan.
We've joined in the fad of destroying skin cells.
So we lay there and sweat all our happiness out,
Wasting our freedom, our summer,
And the time we could be spending having fun.
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