It’s Not the Heat, It’s the Humidity

I’ve been thinking about you
and that summer we spent
sweating
on the mattress
on the ground

The nights were short
but even so
they seemed long

Though you pleased me
though you did
everything
right
I couldn’t wait
for you to leave

Cool on my tongueI couldn’t wait
for my chance
to pick up the phone
and call him
to hear his voice
like a breeze
like rain
like shaved ice
cherry flavored
melting sticky
down my arm

I looked forward to it
the way I looked forward
to long winter nights
all
summer
long