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Day At The Beach by Genna Gardini

Genna Gardini | March 30th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

Strip off your skirts
and wade into the lapping gape,
where the sand is a mouth
against your underwear.

We want to be amalyzed,
grabbed by the back of our one-piece,
sent nylon-large
and packing

into a cavernous gullet,
widening for the cotton’s salt,
reef cracking suggestively in the lurch,

surfers aiming like teeth,
moving you to the back of its throat,
full of use, nutritional.

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