
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
What a Tramp.
September 8, 2005 04:51 PM
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
I 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
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