mineral water

im sweating in this thick skin
big lips, holding water
happy for the bruised, bumped shoulder
the stakes get smaller
in the heat
the grill keeps burning up my resolve
to keep
but i’m young, and it smells like love
bacon and eggs on a hearth afternoon
tomorrow the bumps will bruise
panicked with news of good things
then it will all be a cool dream…

either way, we live, we worry, we die

then it will all be a pool dream… or not
so why even, sweat the technique
even if you can’t, you can do the robot
dance in the hot parking lot
lined with laughing brimstone gravel
limed with fine green gargles
of mineral water

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