The car windows are hot to the touch Glass sizzling from summer rays Steven and I make it a contest Who can keep their hand on them the longest I lose Every time He runs into the pool so his feet don’t burn On the deck that bakes in the sun I run so no one can see The toenail I cut too close That left a red stain on the bathroom rug Mom asks why all my jeans have holes in the knee She knows the answer I haven’t worn shorts the entire summer So I jump on the trampoline in my school pants The sweat makes them hard to get off A small price to pay for hiding my legs I slather myself in sunscreen Til I smell like a YMCA But the back of my neck still stings red I’m glad that I kept my hair long No one has to know why I wince when the tag Of my t-shirt brushes my back This summer Steven decided the orange beach towel was his I told him it’s always been mine But I don’t want to fight So I take the blue one I feel a little wrong wrapping myself in it Like I’m wearing someone else’s skin On the way home Steven asks me If I want to see who can hold their hand On the car window the longest I shake my head Hiding my hands under the legs Of my wet summer jeans