Yesterday

was hot. Everywhere. Uncomfortable hot. But I was in the mood to be uncomfortable.

So.....before all my kids came over to celebrate my oldest daughter's birthday I went outside to get uncomfortable.

I sweat. Alot.

It dripped from my face and it puddled on my chest. Stretched out basked in the sun, brutal hot. The sun felt like an enemy, like it wanted to put me down. It was brighter yesterday, piercing.

I sweated places I don't normally sweat. I sweated through my shorts. I tossed them aside. I wanted the girl from two doors down to walk around the side of the house, feign surprise, oh, no sense in covering up now, wanna cold beer?

I wanted to sweat fuck someone and glide slick slip in that brutal sun. A blast of heat. Smell like each other. Lick salty sweaty skin.

I thought about it, thought some more. Realized if the girl from two doors down happened by now offering her a beer would seem......not the thing to do.

I suppose in an effort to cover up I should hide myself from her, with my hand, what else am I gonna do? To keep her from being embarrassed. Well, not exactly hidden.

It's not that my hands are small........

You shoulda seen......should have walked around the corner of the house, watched me sweat squint stretch, watched the sun laying me out, pulling the strength from me. Slick, shiny, hair wet matted.

And eventually....

I would have offered you a cold beer.

Cause it was really, really

Hot.