Trafficking in parody
No Boys Allowed
The truth is a frozen margarita or
The D supplement that rays out sun

Kind of thick and carrying
A bottle kept clear for parading
Manages the cuticles and glass
Treading into my closed paperbacks

Agua fresca is never
as good as it

She's gonna smoke on the sand
you can throw the ticket
at her retirement
That is her condo, that's all her wave and
Those are her earrings, in too dry to sop

A mote dug callous
Bringing the ideal: a calling card to arms
Reaching around to find
Another clique that does the same

I'm in a public peeing not a pool but
Everyone can see