On Days Like This
I find the afternoon to be painfully bright And sticky hot I am told that I should enjoy it “It’s a beautiful day” “Finally some good weather” “I’m glad we got us a warm day” But I am sweaty And squinting And surrounded by insects I am miserable and uncomfortable That isn’t what people want to hear Not on days like this “Yes, sir” “I agree” “Mighty fine day” I wonder if there are others like me Suffocating in this summer mask Longing for cooler weather, internally.