Baked

I’m headed south on Main Street

in the late summer,

a mini Gobi Desert of a day

without air conditioning!

It’s a slurpee, snow cone, slushie, frozen yogurt of a day

Trickles of salty sweat make my clothes sticky,

even my baby toes are perspiring!

I have been baked at 120 degrees for

the 45 minute commute.

Pulling into my lane,

I press my finger on my tummy button

to see if it’s popped out.

I think I’m well done!

8/22/08

DB