Humid

Summer stuffstuff spewing
from bloat ripped cloud seams
soaking my under arms
pointed pit stains
and redden my cheeks
with shame
not the season of the pea coat
but the season of the peepee coat
I think and giggle like the grade schooler I never was
warm unpleasant dampness
causing me to sweat and lightly soak
my collar which tends to stick
or chaff or trend toward stink
oh sweet summer you over lauded bog
sticky sponge air massaging
exposed skin like giraffe tongue
grip peeling white birch bark

I'd trade all barbecues:
those that have been Q'd
those being Q'd
and those yet to be Q'd
for steady jacket weather.