>notes: beach song

>Affectionate, but underwhelming

wearing too much deep green on mayonnaise skin
an ounce on yr sunshy hip
( yr shamrock is small
( & will stay small )
Dote: Kicking sand into the dry breeze
thick meals slowly souring under the sun’s thumb
hungry teens
_their stomach
_their mind
_their heart
_their hands
_their upturned
eye. wild peaks of perfect waves.
what was from yr womb
dropped into the red morning sand
tongued clean, a relic sanctified in predawn ache.

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