ghosts of christmas past

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soak sun round red watermelon

i remember how you coveted it

from that round red rowdy family

laughing loudly into the sun

gazebo sidestepped shade-

no thought to scary skin cancer

yet

 .

we three divine sit content

but unholy within each other

on sand on towel on chair

happiness happens

so little do we know

yet

 .

we go in the water

you both hold a hand

i love water but i'm scared

i trust you with my life then

but who can you trust for yours

i'm not sure christ was born right

yet

let alone dead already

i get out of the water

 .

i do what i love most absorb sun

the two of you are speckles

i know so well apart from afar

silver water shimmers in salty molten sun

the board seems to dangle in midair

but i know it is tied to your wrist now

the wrist of the hand

that held my hand

 .

shadows span closed lids i sit up

hot and brown and whole as ovened bread

cold sea runs down your faces

in delicious little streams 

lashes stick in drops of salt

blue lips even bluer now

sand clings to your cool feet

like needy dunes

when we get back home

you will vacuum the car

 .

sandwiches burst lettuce chicken

mayo smiles-we smile back and bite

(for years we talk of this meal)-

that we would starve for years to come

we didn't know

yet

 .

soak sun round red watermelon

i remember how you coveted it

from that round red rowdy family

laughing loudly into the sun

gazebo sidestepped shade-

no thought to the scary cancer

yet








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