Thursday, July 12, 2007

Fire Island

1. Sayville Ferry
2. Atlantic Ocean


3. Beach

Like an iron, the sun
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXis pressing me
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXagainst the beach.

I can feel
XXXXXXthrough my towel
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXthe heat of the sand,

and the lumps of sand,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXhard and soft,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXlike manly breasts.

Save me, Ocean,
XXXXXXXXXXXI cry half-heartedly,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXfrom this heat.

The ocean roars
XXXXXXXXXXXvery far away
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXin my seashell ears,

but beach sweat runs
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXdown to the small
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXof my browning back.

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