Sweating

the sand was soft

but stuck everywhere.

 

we ran back to the house

sun-kissed and laughing,

knowing we’d fuck soon. 

 

you can’t take off 

your bathing suit,

she said.

 

my smile collapsed.

the frigid polyester

held tight.

 

repetition

is a cold bitch

who carries pen knives

and doesn’t sleep much. 

 

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