sunburn mcdougall Summer sun beats down Asphalt roads burn my hands Slowly I turn red 040408 ... mcdougall ice reflecting light winter is not without sun again i turn red 041222 ... mademoiselle she burns like the sun 041222 ... monee gordie sampson's new cd 041223 ... Borealis the brilliance of your arctic noon; stripped me of the will to uncover my eyes.. I think this sunscar might be permanent.. 041223 ... past we talked, napped, kissed, ate, and napped on a grassy slope surrounded by trees and birds. now i'm redder than blather_red. 090526 ... hsg but, do_you_have_words? that_is_the_question 090527 ... hsg i wish i were as well, red, as the sun. but i have a ways to go. i play onwards in a fun school. i_am grateful for being held in a large hand. a child of gratitude, my eyes will be opened. an i ready to_be honest with myself? i am not_without falling but i've the courage to get_up. when i fail god's_math will find me. i_am not allowed to remain as dust forever because bliss_is_something_beyond_peace love_will_show_me_courage end_i_can't_ignore_it 090527 ... past my words are slightly painful smiles transposed. painful because my skin has tightened in its attempts to heal, smiles because it was the best afternoon of the summer so far. our words and silences rise from the early morning fog from the stream where our skin took in too much sun. 090527 ... unhinged i never brown but always various shades of pink and sometimes the sunburn evolves to sun poisoning damn irish skin itchy sunburn is the worst 090528 ... log burning fire i burn once and then i turn copper. 090528 ... past me too 090528 ... tender_square the sun didn't kiss my shoulders, the sun slapped them red. my nails scratch along the surface itch and dig ten layers deep; relief from their sharp edges spreads like cool aloe slathered before the skin switches to hot scales. i didn't mean for this to happen. mom and i sat on a periphery of pool for hours, gnats ankle biting. "what do i have to look forward to anymore?" she asked. her best friend has moved to another province. her sister refuses to start their strained relationship anew. her daughters are unreliable and anxiety-ridden. her husband is disappearing gradually, one day at a time. my mother gets no reprieve from the intensity of it all. 230814 what's it to you? who go blather from