Bacon

I feel like bacon.
The sizzle all down the back
of my legs. My brain deep
fried in my skull. And don’t tell me to put on more lotion.
That’s just basting.
And there’s a bell ringing. Ice cream.
Children screaming. The beautiful couple
jogging down the beach. Like they
were Kardashians. The slathering
of aloe. And farts smothered by sand.
…………. from my new comedy ebook At The Beach