sit up, ladybug! salt-licked skin preserves young love
to endure over lighthouses, state lines,
nina simone’s aching.
linen long sleeve shirt over tattoos,
damaged wrists, muscles
strained, pushing veins close to flesh;
the last four years
have been barren.
life leaps upward to her thighs,
his fingertips
dolphins between breasts shaped like tear drops,
pink from sighs & friction.
neptune’s diamonds fuse our pressed sexes
with too much buddy guy.
swells of water crash bedclothes into the corner
where a gibson and fuck-me-boots sit
from the previous afternoon.
pages are strewn like sand dollars, ink dried,
splashed with pineapple juice and lipstick.
seagulls squawk angry at mean children
while a ceiling fan whips around hot air,
nights behind dumpsters and gas station bathrooms.
hard world is at a terrific distance, fading now,
farther, farther, farther
until only a stretch of island is wed to the sky.
it's a delicate flavor of madness,
of strawberries,
of what is.
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Submission Name: edgy notions 
