Opening a Window

I’ve been posting a lot of poems lately, but it’s been a while since I’ve posted a new one. Most of them have been at least a couple of weeks old, but this one is nice and fresh from a day or two ago. It’s about it being hot and stuff.

 

The women are wearing shirts

or long black dresses

with no strap on them,

leggings and tights,

short-sleeved t-shirts,

low-cut blouses,

foundation,concealer,

mascara and eyeliner,

plus bras and pants

and socks sometimes,

unless they’re barefoot.

I’m wearing pants,

socks, shoes,

blue jeans,

grey t-shirt,

one orange hoodie

and two bags beneath my eyes.

They said it’s sunny

and so it is,

but I’m somehow sensitive

to ultraviolet.

My idea

of the great outdoors

is opening

a window.

I do that sometimes

when I’m working from home

and then I close it again

because of dickheads

going up and down the hill

on quad bikes.

Those men wear leathers

or sometimes just

unemployed trackie bottoms

and job centre t-shirts.

My shirt came free

from some company.

But I’m not going to say

who sent it.