Thursday January 5, 2017
It's noon. I'm sick of poetry. I'm with friends in the middle of nowhere. There's a pool here. I put on my sexy bathing suit, the only one I brought. I've always felt great in it. I fold a blue towel to lie on. The sun is scorching. I cover my face with another blue towel. I breathe while doing a sloppy mental inventory of my body. Eventually I do 100 sit ups, approximately. Between random stretches I dip my toes in the pool until it's time to jump in. I'm scared of the cold, but I do it anyway.
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