A June Goody Bag

Summer has crawled its way back to us, and I have left my keys under the mat for it to shack up in my apartment.

In some senses, this means I feel sunnier, optimistic, colorful.

In other ways, I anticipate the hot pink slashes of sunburn on underarms, the constant mouth-mirage of ice cream as the trucks idle on the sidewalks across from Central Park, and the sweet tang of worn-in sunscreen and armpits.

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