Whose Idea Was This?
The beach in January. Why do we do it to ourselves?
restless foaming mirror
reflecting slate sky
and me
smatter of rain on my skin
seasoning my fish and chips
a little greasy
burning my fingers
tang of hot vinegar
in my froze nose
gulls shriek salt in my ear
feet taste hard pebbles
sharp rocks
gravel
then dessert of soft moist sand
an ice cream I don't really want
too cold on a chilly day
cooling my insides
to match my outsides
muted roar of retreating waves
get a picture
frozen smiles
we don't really feel
cheeks whipped by hairstrands
well isn't this nice?
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L.C. Schäfer
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