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licking my wounds in todos santos

Posted to Poetry and Politics




sand collecting on the damp perspiraton of my inner thigh
the bathing suit i bought for the trip intended
blue and shiney
i look like i'm fourteen
and everyone notices
the men
they lick their lips until they exist no more
just a fountain of saliva pooling down their chin
the women
they point their fingers until they poke me in the eyes
losing all i came here to set my sights upon