Unlike the Sun, the Sun Hat Doesn’t Mock Me
by Iris N. Schwartz

This hat
stops sun,
blocks freckles,
quells burns,
puts the kibosh on rashes
that inevitably
whenever I dare
to materialize
on a street,
in a park─
in the Spring,
or the Summer─
without it.

This hat –
wide brim,
cutwork band,
teeny, flirtatious shells –
is my must-have hat,
my feel-chic hat,
my mischievous,
This hat keeps
the sun
in its place.

PHOTO: The author, Fort Tryon Park, Manhattan, New York City (Summer 2014).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Iris N. Schwartz is a fiction writer, as well as a Pushcart-Prize-nominated poet. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in such journals as Algebra of Owls, Bindweed Magazine, Blue Collar Review, Ducts, Flash Fiction Friday (No. 178), The Flash Fiction Press, FutureCycle Poetry, The Gambler, Gentle Strength Quarterly, Gravel, Gyroscope Review, Jellyfish Review, Pikeville Review, Points in Case, Pure Slush (Volume 12), The Round Up Zine, Silver Birch Press, Siren, Sweater Weather, Vernacular, and Writing Raw.