what is summer?
summer is tan lines. summer is the smell of chlorine rubbed into your sheets. summer is laughing with the car windows rolled down. is not waking up until two in the afternoon. is long hair and sweet sticky wine stains on your shirt. summer is a Calvin Harris EP. summer is eyes wide open. summer is piling into your best friend’s car and singing about your broken heart, and your hair is in your eyes and your thighs are sticking to the seat. is the jar my grandmother has in her kitchen, marked “blessings” and how it is full. summer is ice cream melting onto your wrist. summer is reaching for another cigarette and choking it down. is an empty parking lot in the rain. is chipped nail polish. is fireworks whizzing away into the oncoming dark. how strange men look at your bare legs. moths dancing around a street lamp. lipstick on your teeth. feels like putting concealer on your dark circles because who has time for sleep? summer is sin. is cherry pie, is an open window in the middle of a thunderstorm. is forgiveness, is never forgetting. is the boy next door offering you a hit from his bong. is coffee after midnight. summer is the shape of your back on the way out of the party. is the sound of your voice in the dark. is tulips, is my mother’s laughter on the phone, is looking online for remedies to a hangover. making french toast for dinner. is johnny saying, “everyone is leaving.” is lying in bed naked with the air conditioner blasting. summer is desperate and fleeting. is a half-dressed girl waiting to be kissed. is stupid miserable hopeful. is everything we could have ever wanted.