The asphalt is so hot
this time of year
on my bare soles
Bare soul
borne solely on Friday afternoons
and the water feels good
and warm, like the comforting
brush of another person
Excuse me for being blunt
I know you don't like me
like that
sometimes i think you can barely stand me
I'm dull
compared to your real friends
I'm young, probably naive
Just a swimmer in a kiddie pool
while you sit with the adults in the spa
I love the water
holding my breath, listening to my own heart pump
I love sitting motionless at the bottom
eeking out every last bit of oxygen from spent lungs
I love the way the sun feels on my skin
because I was made for it
God made me for the sun
Not you, I guess
Even a beautiful day
is grotesque when i think about that
I'd rather do nothing with somebody
than something with nobody
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