In summer my tender

knee scabs come off

soft in the water 

first communion diadem 

discarded long ago

strewn about the old

new town, busy third street

School is out, soon we’ll get

a bluer pair of school shoes

same as last year

and my sisters were literally

born on the Fourth

when I was two

and we were so much

blonder then

Now missile noises in our

band of mouths    canonballing

This is our chlorine sheen

little resplendent

facts wrapped up in

theme towels, bleach-stained

ariel and flounder