Poem: Oh Em Gee

note: another short practice to keep my touch. exasperation of the truth.
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Today I got a sunburn while trying
to get a tan
(you seem ashamed of the
white of my skin, bleached
like the bones of those
Auschwitz ancestors I
never met--
but I digress),
though there are tanlines
under the thumb ring that
you played with
just a week ago.

It occurred to me, while scanning my
reddened face in the mirror,
that you looked into my eyes
not to look at me,
but to look at yourself
immersed in
(dare I say?) love.

So let's play doctor, babe.
You can slap some lotion
on the sunburn, though I think
your favourite remedy is
salt on an open wound.