I see you there, shoved in a bag on my chair.
Green swim cap, suit gell, and a cap for my hair.
I don’t want to squeeze into your casing today.
I’d rather go straight home to pack and then play.
I timidly write a quick e-mail to Kitty.
Talk of the woes of my basement that’s shitty.
Both quickly agree that tonight’s not the night
to jump in the lake will not be our plight.
I guiltily put you back in to the drawer
secretly hoping I’ll see you no more.
My guilt quickly passes as I check out beach status
Advisory today would require breathing aparatus.
Next week perhaps, I’ll try again.
To change my mind is a right I maintain.