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why are you so loud?

Posted to Poetry

we spent sandy days on the shore,
trying to shower and rid our bodies of salt,
depravation, sand.
no luck.

i met a man who smelled like a whores ass.
he was drunk, burly, ignorant.
i asked him what he was doing on the shores of the Yucatan.
he asked me for my name.
so i lied.
and he asked me why i was so bitter
and i told him it was his fathers falt.
and so he asked me why i wasnt catholic
and i told him i would find Jesus when i could afford one-

she was asleep
smelling like rum
cigarette nearly burning up our bed
i went to shower,
i went to rub away the nightmare
the nightmare of sand.
sand everywhere,