Sitting on
the front steps
She is stretched out
head leaned back,
headphones on
Sleeves and pant legs rolled up
eyes closed under her shades
facing west; begging for a sunburn
Her paleness notwithstanding,
she is dreaming of perfectly tan skin
one shade darker than toast
She imagines her yard as a beach
the street= the ocean
her water bottle= a tropical drink
My pitcher of cold water is going to come as a shock