The sweltering mornings
Like the suffocating nights.
It's Summertime in California.
We floundered inside
Throughout the week
But it's the weekend
Now, we thrive at the beach,
Laughing, drinking
Swimming under sunshine.
Heat
Soak into our bodies
For us to live to the fullest.
Tanned,
A sultry remembrance
Of perfection.
Sand
Cling to us for hours.
On our way home,
We stop for ice cream
At McDonald's-
The kids have spoken.
Today would be perfect, if
The machine wasn't broken.
Lamar Neal [he/him/they] is a breaded-hair author of three poetry collections and one novel. His poetry has been featured a few publications. When he’s not writing, he’s playing video games, window shopping online, or going down the rabbit hole that is YouTube. Twitter: @ghostcharades