summer

It’s so hot so we turn on the air conditioner
always wanting the opposite of what we have:
artificial warmth in the wintertime
and the nonstop rush of cold air in the summer
never happy, except in the fleeting in-between times of the fall,
and the spring.
and even then, planning ahead, saving for the inevitable electricity bills
wondering if winter or summer will come early
praying for the comfort of a fair temperature, of a temperature that won’t hurt you,
won’t leave you suffering, but instead will be gentle with you,
kind and gentle, and respective of your wishes.
meanwhile, summer is an abusive lover that we beg for when it’s away
and curse it when it comes, so hot and violent
so punishing and smothering
so thick and dangerous.
we say we love spring but we long for summer,
always long for summer.

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