Grass stains on white rubber sandals
The smell of England in your hair
The tear-salt sting on chapped lips
The freckles like constellations of bright stars
long dead
The sandy-caked asses and brown-green waters with
too many rocks
The clink of bottle mouths on front teeth
The cool tunnels that echo a familiar hello
The suffocating heat of a poorly parked Toyota
And the untanned breasts glowing in the navy blue
light of the night

The first electric buzz of hatred in the humid air

like a fly on a watermelon rind

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