Someone
in the summers I would become someone
I wouldn’t have to try very hard
it would just happen
the tall grass and the short hairs
I wanted all my skin to touch another
ghosts came in
which is to say memories
why do seaside vacations remain forever
the dress with the buttons and the wet bottoms
how they carried me through the bluffs
and set me down next to an old mermaid
she was uglier than I had come to expect
it was terrifying to think I would get old
and all glamorous things would have to be diagnosed
I guess it was about eroticizing the American dream
wet hot sweaty summer and the freedom to show off
why did I have to be so lonely and easily disappointed
why did it all have to mean everything
why did I cry over anything
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy was I ever born