I hate the wind,

I hate the bugs.

I hate summer.

I know there are bugs out there.

And I know that since it is hot,

outside,

I will sweat.

I know that bacteria and disease

thrives best in heat.

I don’t like the summer.

So I stay inside.

And I sit in a cold bath fully clothed

waiting for the summer to pass.

Detroit summers,

my mother’s favorite.