January 19, 2012
By , Covington, LA
I slip into a school coma
how many days away
is mardi gras, spring break,
or summer

I miss the smell
of the salt water
the glimmering ocean
the soft white powder
between the edges of my toes
even the tan lines
from bikinis we hated

Ah endless summer
the place of no worries
where "chlorine is our perfume
and sunscreen our makeup"

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