Summer Heatwave

© Karyn Ellis

Ice cold soda water in the fridge.
I pour myself a glass; I squeeze fresh
lemon in it.
All I’m wearing is my tank top
And my underwear.
I’m stewing in summer juices;
I’m basking in my spicy
summer smell.

It’s a hot one…

I’m not going out anywhere today,
Cause it’s a summer heatwave.

And it’s that time of the year
When everything is sticking to me,
Like the melted vinyl slats
of this lawnchair
Are sticking to me.
Like the dirt and the grit
are sticking to me.
Like your face in my memory.

It’s a hot one…

I’m not going out anywhere today,
Cause it’s a summer heatwave.

And it’s too humid to sleep,
And I’m too sleepy to move.
I’ve got fourteen things on
my list of things that
I’ve got to do…but I’m not doing
any of them today.
Cause it’s a summer heatwave.

Back to BIRD overview