The Lifeguard
I.
A
reflective sun sparkled
in
the happiness of the heat
and
the thick, humid air drowsed
me
on top of my perch.
Only
tiny Eddy, his bright
orange
floaters glued to his skin
with
water and sweat, broke
the
calm of the chemical blue.
Under
the shade of the umbrella
my
eyes closed while the cicadas sang
their
alluring ballads.
II.
With
shrill screams like rapid dogs
I
awoke as chubby pre-pubescent girls
crashed
into the pool.
In
the midst of their mayhem
one
of these female leviathans
raised
Eddy’s floater above her head.
The
other laid, half-deflated
upon
the soaked concrete,
its
moist droplets slowly
evaporating into the dry air.
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