A lament re a Writer's Cramp prompt. Once again, Summer is here, and I'm not ready.
|Summer is here with heat and sun. I must bare all to join the fun. Breath held, gut clenched, I pull, wriggle bathing suit taut, folds, and jiggle. Spandex stretched, seams strain and protest. Winter weight wedged from butt to breasts. For sun protection, prying eyes, a long shirt hangs past snow-white thighs. Twisting by the pool on a chair, I try to lounge with failing flair. My skin is slick, my face a'flush while vinyl webbing traps my tush. I can't resist. I start to dream. My cravings scream for cold ice cream. Damn the calories, sneaky cheats. They lie, mislead, yet seem so sweet. Summer is here, another one. Sigh, why did I my diet shun? ( 18 lines )|