Ten Ways I Can Tell It’s Not Summer


Summer in San Francisco


by Karen Topakian


The temperature never reaches 65

It’s too cold to wear sandals

I can’t remember what the sun looks like

I have to wear a jacket and a sweater

I should be wearing socks

I dream about gloves

                                                                  I drink hot tea to get warm

                                                                 We sleep with an extra blanket

                                                                 We barbecue to keep our hands warm

                                                                  I consider turning on the heat