The Summer I Was Sixteen
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,
danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled
cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,
mouthing the old words, then loosened
thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
through the chain link at an improbable world.
About the Poem: I'm off today. I live by my rules, so I worked Monday and took today off, so while the rest of you had your summer start on a Monday... and then went back to work for four days like suckers, have my summer start on a Friday, so I got to stay up late last night playing Plants vs. Zombies and reading and sleep in and now I've got two full days off before I go into the office on Sunday to make up for the work I'm not doing today...
... wait, I need to think this through again.
About the Hot Actress: Casey Wilson, from Happy Endings, which is good enough to almost make me forget that it replaced Better Off Ted.
Almost. But she's very pretty and obviously has upstaged the other two women on the show and is also really funny, notwithstanding that in real life she sounds exactly like the kind of hipster she made fun of on the show.
Also, they're not 16, but here's how Mr F, Mr Bunches, and I will spent 80% of our days this summer: