Nylons at 96 degrees


itch.

chafe.

stick, slick with sweat, like some oppressive second skin refusing to shed.

the urge to peel

or rip

tear

-anything! to remove that silken suffocation-

best intentions (the careful, shimmied application; nightstand corners and jumping dogs successfully avoided)
are quickly shot to hell

in hot pursuit

of relief.

god,

the relief.