What day is it? We laugh
Squinty eyes behind shades too cool for their job
Salty beaded upper lip caked with coconut balm
The blanketing heat of well-rested leather seats and the damp reminders of yesterday
Bleached-out strands tangled with adventure, a mermaid top
The crisp volume of the car radio cuts through the haze.
I LOVE THIS ONE! We shout
A summer of summer memories
For the twenty-something working girl.
