La Playa

At the table, I gaze into her soul.

She watches waves.

Awkwardly, we pick at our lunch, a shared Panini, warm cheese oozing.

Her eyes change. She’s decided,

“Let’s go back,” she suggests, “I want more than just sustenance.”


8 thoughts on “La Playa

  1. Bronze is bronze is bronze. That’s what you get at the beach. But not when you put on Coppertone. Or, Sea & Ski. Or, Hawaiian Tropic Coconut Oil. Or, zinc oxide on your nose. Or that stuff that made you turn orange (what was that, anyway?)

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