fifty-five is suitable

I drive the limit, there's no rush

not today, a lazy day

taking back roads, left and right

longing for the smell of summer

I park the car, don't lock the doors

there's nothing valuable to steal

I take the blue stairs one by one

up to her door, apartment six

we're in, we're out, we're on the road

to here and there and back again

tanning beds open for one dollar

a pit stop worth the fifteen minutes

lying immobile in the phony glow

skin tightening, my blood runs warm

after our holdoverdose, we head home

driving through the lowering sun

my skin aglow with the lingering heat

but hey, at least I smell like summer