At Least It Was Dry

At least it was dry. 
At least you could peel off the heat like a second skin
and heal yourself in blurry, blue waters. 

But the humidity clings. 

It clings like a parasite and oozes like an infection.
Humidity holds its hot breath and never comes up for air. 
 

Geri

MD

17 years old

More by Geri

  • What Will It Take?

    At parties I sit quiet and calculate my words

    I avoid the eyes of guys and stare at my phone. 

    After all that hiding, 

    dissatisfaction feels like heartburn, 

  • Inevitable

    crying over a simple email 

    the lasts build a lump in my throat 

    last time beaming onstage 

    signing yearbooks 

    wearing a stiff blue skirt 

  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand