9.9 / September 2014

Young, They Wore Bikinis

Young, they wore bikinis: pink and yellow. Hair cupped
hands grasped burned arm pits under paper plate visors.

I wanted to float towards them, to hold the sun
inside my shadow long enough to admire each miscreant freckle.

But the tide knew what I couldn’t, washed me and the dirty foam away.
I couldn’t even push one finger into the hard sand
before my prayers became one word shouts.


Hannah Saubert and Sid Miller live on a small farm in the Pacific Northwest, where they raise their twin boys. Sid has a new book of poems out from Racing Form Press and is the editor of Burnside Review.
9.9 / September 2014

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