I can’t hardly stand the heat. 
The more I sweat the meaner I get. 
Every salty drop beading up on my brow 
pisses me the fuck off when I feel it 
gathering the audacity to condense
and slide its way over my pale skin.
My blood gets to boiling
and I brood and I’m ornery.
Summer doesn’t sit right with me,

but the salt sting dripping into my eyes
makes me think of tear gas today
and I’m thankful for the reminder
to shut my sweaty mouth
and quit my bitching.