tallisker

Sweat beads between skin and jeans and I think of the benefit of vitamin D and the danger of UVB and the clamminess of my clothes and sharp blades of grass between my toes and I want to feel burnt tomorrow so my skin is hot to the touch even in a cool dark room, so my face is flushed like I'm blushing, so my head clouds with humidity and banishes thought, thought, worry, analysis, intellect, all seeping out of my ears in a soggy downtrodden mess, and Yes they return and Yes I invite them back I thrive on them I consume thought, worry, analysis, intellect, my own and others and I can't consume enough but they're gone now, they'll be gone tomorrow when my skin is warm and flushed and damp and my ears are wet with clouds and my eyes are squinting wrinkles out of their edges like tears running down the sides of my face but I'm laughing, or I wish I was laughing, or I will be laughing, I think, sometime, when all this wells up and overflows in clouds and tears and wrinkles are running, streaming, cooling, my sunburnt skin.