It's Been a Hell of a Summer

  and my kodak childhood is slowly fading
sepia into sunset
a hot estuary bed to my left and a whole lotta nothing to my right
 
before me
a wide
expanse of existence
whitewashed soft sand dunes
 
you blow into town on the seabreeze
trawling for bait
                   I'm a crab without shell
                   I'm a seabird without nest
 
and suddenly
our sleepy sunday town is on fire
skin on skin
we're scuttling across the shoreline
sandy promises 'neath a seashell moon.
 
It's been a hell of a summer
and my bedroom window is open babe,
wide open.


Lauren Bettridge

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