When the heat is truly unbearable 
For days on end
Some things just have to wait
So now I’m making ramen 
At 2 in the morning

While the noodles cook
Much like I have all day
Time to fold towels
From the dryer that also
Had to wait

Some of the towels are getting thin
Others have random rips and holes
Half are some shade of pink
From a maroon beach towel
Bought at Myrtle Beach years ago 

Oh, how I’d love to be at the beach!
I wouldn’t care about the heat 
A breeze blowing my hair
Waves rolling over my feet
And pulling sand from beneath my toes

But the smell of sand and salt
Is replaced by boiling ramen
I push sweaty tendrils from my face 
Since there’s no breeze here
Time to eat