Poem #206 of 365

I mingled with the gathering gloom
of the red zone air and the blinding
heat, yes, I hung there in the ether
of impossible lungs,

and I chose to break into hives
and scald my elbows
and reek like cloistered armpits.

Damn it, I'm Texan, and this is
late July, and I'm ready to face
the ferocity of excruciatingly
hot sunsets.

I'm ready to bawl my eyes out
when the a/c won't help, for
how else can I keep these epaulets
we know as farmer tan lines?

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez