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Dog Days of Summer

A poem

By Isla GriswaldPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Dog Days of Summer
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Drizzling myself with a concoction of salty sweat and sunscreen,

Ogling my new bathing suit in the mirror, while my neighbor

Grills his famously undercooked burgers.

Drat my long hair, it's time for a cut.

Anything below the shoulder is a sweat trap.

You have to minimize any excess layers in this blazing furnace, no -

Sauna, with this humidity that makes my hair frizz.

Breathless from existing, I pray for a cool break

Even as I lie motionless in front of a fan.

Grabbing a beverage from the fridge is all I have the energy for.

Is this going to be the death of me? I'm sweating my guts out.

Nice job, summer, you're up 1-0.

For Mikeydred's Truly July Unofficial Challenge, which can be found at this link. Wednesday, July 3rd is when the Dog Days began this summer!

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Isla Griswald

I am, and always have been, obsessed with names, swords, and everything relating to ancient Greece and Rome.

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    Written by Isla Griswald