whiting beach
remember this,
it came before anything faltered.
thin pink slip of fabric
fluttering in the lens, pulled taut over wrists
the burn of july in a waveless sea.
us swimming out into the navy cold
that stretched so far down,
our legs
tapering off and swallowed
and we talked with a huff
in our chalky chatter.
i pretended to be a whale;
rolling,
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