a day at the pool
between ocean and sky
a jet line strikes the air
memories of ninth grade
showing my pale young body
in cold water
kissing under a humid towel
amid the old people
scuffing dead skin from our heels
in front of the t.v.
brother and I
chasing e.s.p. thoughts
to the Whistle Stop
fried green tomatoes
meat
banana pudding
at the gas station the clerk
is pacing like a caged tiger
flipping long Indian locks
impact wrench hiccup
laughing to the brink
of no breath
laughing spreads like wind
they finally notice the family photo,
Conan's face pasted over Andy's
we laugh
and giggle
and squeal
one more pot of coffee
a punctuation mark
to end the holiday
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