The reckless youth of bottle rocket sparks
while rich tourists celebrate in tents
glowing with big band music and electric, white light
across the brackish river.
We threw root beer bottles across the waves
and smashed them to sea glass against the rocks.
A chiffon hem drips saltwater,
snaps on my canary yellow dress, slick with humidity,
you unsnap so easily.
You've riddled me raw,
I'm undone, unglued.
Love gumming my insides
like tar or honey.
Sugar, you swear it true?
You're only thinking of me
When I'm with you?
