Letter To Summer

Dear Summer,

You would think that by now I would have come to hate you. Between sun poisoning, third degree burns, broken hearts and heat stroke that sent me tumbling over while trying to spin a flag in high school I would have learned to avoid you. To count the days from Spring to your arrival and lock myself in a dark room until early Fall.

I guess I am a stupid girl because I never learn easily.

You taunt me Summer, with your buddies in the short skirts with dark tan legs. Everyone is always smiling by the pool or on the lake. Me, I can’t even swim.

And I try to be brave with my insane number of freckles and flirty red hair into your world, hoping, praying that this summer will be different. Instead of resembling the inside of a piece of Medium Rare Steak I will for once be browned, bronzed and beautiful.

I miss cookouts, and the lake and the beach.

I sit her, painfully reminded that I don’t belong in the world of summer.

And sunblock, you let me down. You ARE NOT my friend either.

Painfully, and Pinkly Yours,

Kirby Ann

~ by kirbyann on May 28, 2008.