Dear Summer,

Dear Summer,

You tastes like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

that have been sitting in your bag for too long, 

under the pressure of grapes, peaches and frozen water bottles

(because they are great beach food)

after sitting under the hot sun the jelly starts to soak through the white bread

and you can see the 

purplish squishy parts

just saturated with grape jam, or strawberry preserves

and then you take the sandwich out because you're starving

unwrapping it from its aluminum foil, 

(making sure to scoop out all the jelly that oozed out)

making sure not to let it blow away in the ocean breeze

I don't know if you can call the wind at Coney Island an "ocean breeze"

it sounds far too romantic, but oh well

its more like a violent wind, that sends beach umbrellas tumbling through the sand

attacking napping beach bums and unsuspecting tanners

then you bite into your pb& j (heavy on the j)

as the wind is blowing the umbrella, it also blows the sand 

some of the grains getting stuck in

the sticky mess of your sandwich

making your bites that much more fulfilling

as you watch the umbrella owner chase it 

the rainbow, maybe palm tree printed umbrella 

causing chaos on the beach 

me? I'm anti-beach umbrella

pro tanning oil & pb&j

so summer please come soon,

I'll be waiting patiently for you

in my snow boots, in Poughkeepsie, not eating peanut butter & jelly

I'm saving myself for you.

Love, 

Me