At the second hour of the day trip, you rifled through
the bag and laughed at the lack of water. My fault.
At the third hour, with the sun steadily rising,
we began to weigh our options. The beach
swelled with brown people getting browner.
When I bit down I could feel sand crunch
between my teeth. Nowhere was a store
for water or the like. The fifth hour
was marked by the Korean woman
opening her cooler full of ice.
You put your arms around
me as we plunged back
into the bright sea,
and surfacing,
pressed your
bitter mouth

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2 thoughts on “TSAOTTAFPL:

  1. Carina says:

    Love the shape of this,
    and the bit about the sand.

  2. tee says:

    loved everything about this.

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