moisture in the throat, though – a poem of sorts

Sandles, painted toenails
parched throat
a stand at the edge of the beach selling sodas and popsicles
off-brand but sugar-saturated all the same
a pack of shredded gum with flavour particles “guaranteed” to last “all day”
a taste like rosehips and the texture of chalk dust
moisture in the throat, though
as the sun reaches into the lake


Logan Bright

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