I employed
 zone defense
 against a juice-cleansing
 cousin
 (getting out in the nick at night)
 
 I walked down the seashore
 and saw fish flipping and flopping
 
 You wore a straw hat
 bought at WINGS
 
 a panhandle tragedy
 in the middle of the moon
 
 a yo-yo washed ashore
 the string spelled "ass"
 
 we trod along the Lisa Frank coast
 
 the fungi kicked in and we
 turned to each other
 and nuzzled
 our leathery cheeks
 and cried
 because
 we
 thought
 we
 were
 grooving
 
 the sunburn was awesome:
 I writhed, played Halo
 and guzzled Capri Sun
 
 while your body
 sipped saline solution
 coolly
 at Gulf Coast Medical Center
 in Panama City, Florida
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