I like to feel the sun burning my naked flesh.
I could lie on my back soaking the fire
for hours at a time, if the sun was up for it.
The wind tries to steal my pleasure
by gently sweeping by every few minutes.
My skin becomes hilly.
Perspiration accents my darkening body while
random hairs cling to my forehead
and an ant tickles the inside of my leg.
I look down and see him
only long enough to whisk him away.
I listen to the roar of a lawn mower choir
and giggle as cars filled with gawking boys
forget to watch the road. I revel at this sight
and I trace the contour of my body for their enjoyment.
But my amusement is cut short--
I feel a twinge on my bare thigh.
I sit up to see the tiny red ant latched onto my skin.
The ant is chomping into me, but I squeeze out his guts.
I still feel pain though. My own sweat is seeping
into my open wound.
May 2002
take me there shoulda coulda woulda you don't say snapshot
~~home~~