The girls across the way look like they’re celebrating something. Do you think the warmth from their first drinks spread through their bodies like wildfire?
Some guys at the beach lit their joints after the sun went down. Do you think the thought of getting high runs their lives?
He said it won’t work and he’s probably right. Do you think he’ll remember my mannerisms months from now?
We woke up through the night and reached for each other. Do you think he’ll miss the way I feel?
I’m sitting and staring at the ocean, wondering if I should leave my belongings and my feelings on the beach to chase the water.
If I stay at the beach, maybe I won’t have to start school next week.
Maybe I won’t think about his touch
Or the warmth from that first drink
Or the way that high ran my life
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