Ode to Wetsuit

My wetsuit, Michelin, in a bag

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.


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