Summer Snowman

note: St. Jude is the patron saint of hopeless causes Didja ever feel like a summer snowman? Out of luck, living on borrowed time, constructed from leftovers sentimentally stored, given birth because Mom decided to clean out the freezer. And so, into existence, doomed from the start; a pointless life lived for the amusement of others, spent wearing black after Memorial Day and wool in July, mouthing prayers to St Jude even as the good saint's boss overrules and the sun moves into position overhead.