Summer

It was the only summer    
I ever remember having      
Options      
A choice      
Between two      
Internships      
One for      
The university’s    
Molecular biology dept      
And the other      
On the outskirt of city limits      
As a camp counselor      
And getting away      
For a while      
Seemed nicer      
Than      
Undergrad prestige      
Toting      
A stipend,     
Tuition waiver      
For next semester     
And connections      
ie ticket    
To the inside world      
Of who perseverance      
Thought it would      
Become      
So off went      
Curiosity      
Into some      
Environmental      
Challenge      
Unsure if it was      
Prepared      
For how long      
It might actually      
Have to go without      
Make up  
To meet      
My seasonal peers      
Before surrogate      
Parenting      
These      
Pre teens and teens      
And when      
We weren’t busy      
Playing cards,      
Sneaking in liquor      
On a dry campus      
And being  
On a timeline      
For when we could      
Shower      
Because these kids      
Could not be left      
On their own      
Devices      
For a minute      
Satin undergarments      
Were barricaded      
Thick      
In the ranks      
To prevent      
Any thrill seekers      
From having sex      
With the other gender      
At least      
Hurting the wildlife      
Or doing whatever else      
Might have been      
On their troubled minds      
Who the hell knows      
Shooting the breeze      
In the meantime      
About many things      
In particular      
Three way      
At which      
We all just laughed      
Because      
After a certain age      
It just becomes harder      
To chalk      
Sleeping      
With friends up as      
An incidental      
Who honestly didn’t      
Know any better      
And when you’ve missed      
The age for that      
You’ve missed the age      
For it      
So we continued      
To wallow      
In 3 different sets of hair      
On the floor      
Forming      
A trine      
Under the night sky      
Loggings      
Of NW suburbia.      
     
#the way women were #back then #mygod