damp hair means damp pillows
and the smell of chlorine is woven into my skin;
luke-warm breeze drifts through the blinds.
today was a sun soaked sky day.
silver scissors, herbal scented hair,
muffled purr of the suzuki engine
the white noise of absent cable
the sound of contemporary choir just in time.
i am ready for my summer skin.
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