Meatball City

Meatball City

The rumble of thunder shuts the sky ride -

Grumbles heard as people walk away

Could’ve worn my new sun dress

to Meatball City, but I didn’t want

my panties to be seen.

Before we went on anything,

the storm shattered our seashore dreams

of tall rides, of high tides.

The boardwalk was now a place to run from

Under my tank top

my swimsuit tugged on my sticky skin -

a reminder of the day’s sabotage.

As my slippery skin sticks to my

sweaty straps I think,

tomorrow will be different.

I’ll go to Meatball City in my sundress

ride the sky ride, bring an umbrella,

and swim naked.