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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