my day at the beach by rachael lynn mcintosh

splashing laughing last summer i choked on the waves tritely representing life eyes stinging with salt i had tired of cold cucumber sandwiches and you were drowning i dove across the street the waves were tough for both of us keeping you afloat you began to breathe again and when that light shone in your eyes oh your sun is georgeous the shadow took me to providence we floated there that perfect day i taught you to tread water the dinghy you had recklessly built before you knew how to swim was drifting in the distance the dinghy with the rotten hull how silly i thought the handsome sailor who could not swim it was getting easier though you seemed to really like it my body slipped effortlessly around yours and we called each other friend the waves became a game.

how proud was i of my mate clumsily paddling like this meandering verbiage i followed my friend to the distant wreck the dinghy with the rotten hole not functional not pretty had given you your sun i could make nothing better but you always tan and i always burn and i had forgotten my protection showing you my tricks fun games that we could play but the water was getting deeper the shore far away effort for you to stay effort you pulled yourself aboard i looked up smiling thinking you to dive back in anticipating your show but you lay down exhausted surely you had to know it was not safe it had nearly killed you once before the shoddy dinghy with the rotten hole you had built some eight years ago when by accident she had made you your sun eclipsing all my effort to call you back in come play with me?

you lay down exhausted in its familiarity the dinghy with the rotten soul lying basking in the light of your intelligent and beautiful sun he understandably mesmerizes you his warmth evaporating the waves tritely representing life leaving only a salty taste on your newly tattooed skin i am tiring now the waves are very deep here i am tiring now i thought i was a good swimmer i am tiring now where is that light that shone in your eyes i am tiring now the shadow is parked across the street i am tiring now i call out to my friend i am tiring now come save me he does not return the favor.

how anxious i become my fair skin burning humiliated at the effort.