about which i learn to just give up

i will never be a bronzed beauty. i just won't. and i clearly need to stop trying. especially on 101 degree days. on a raft. in the middle of a swimming pool. covered by zero shade trees. for two hours. with minimal sunblock. in a two-piece. with a stomach that hadn't seen the sun in years. and one rolling rock light. i think the beer perpetuated my belief that i would develop a luxurious, deep tan.

instead, my skin is on fire.