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lost then abandoned after a minute of searching for it the ball lay on the sand inches from the bubbles of waves as doris skipped on playing with bobby up the dune to the buick when the hermit crab tested the ball with its claw and doris' skirt caught in the door bobby slamned hard with his smile that careened over the horizon of the world then crashed on her lip fleetingly as a bee dizzy with honey that the clouds blow away so the red ball sloshed against a wave errant from a memory that started in the fire of a heart dropped at sea in the maw of a white whale how could doris know the smile a ball mimicks as it laughs on the tickle of the ocean's playing as it forgets awhile the kids who squeezed it who tossed it to seagulls swooping for bugs against the sea wind and against this then that wonderful then invisible thing and bobby sputtered to her, I'll never forget this day because this is the day that will never end I have been waiting for and doris sighed, where shall we spend eternity, bobby bobby, your name begins with b, like balloon like billion like bourbon like bullshit and bobby said with his finger, beyond waits a cheap motel with fireflies this night and pale spring water and singing stars and there time sleeps there eternity plays a violin forever so doris looked hard to the rock and the highway and the aching blue where bobby promises no walls and vanilla mints glint on marigolds dancing in the sun frozen under a storm of legs of jellyfish wishes where the impossible steams like pancakes on syrup at mornings in burger king and all dreams lay beneath the christmas tree of his adoration boxed in ribbons of kisses that's unforgivable, bobby doris said, how dare you - I dare - , bobby licked her finger nails - but to lie to me! doris pouted, to toy with me thusly in order to remembert this thursday, how evil can you get! the hermit crab nudged it a seagull pecked on it then a wave spun it and a breeze pushed it up I know what is imposible, doris protested I know what can be done and what cannot be, she pointed to her upraised knee, this is as brown as this will be, and she pointed to the rock on the far highway, that rock is the hardest it will ever be, then she swirled around to confront the sea, that ocean is the deepest thing I know, and she pointed up to the sky, I will never be that high but bobby only smiled, why do you bother such obvious things, my love? this buick on the sand is just a toy from walgreens I need not say it morning may never come and yesterday's aches are best forgotten such wisdom is the cheapest candy, he said as a whirl of dust settled and doris laughed, kicking the buick her skirt flooding the sky with cotton cartoons and slimy salt from her thigh bobby stuck out his tongue, tugging up his ears but I am only eight and you are only ten! eight and ten! eight and ten! tra-la-la! tra-la-la! sticks and stones may break me bones but words will never hurt me! bbahhhh! bahhh! bah!! you're dumb! I see your underpants! red and blue with yellow stars the ball rose on a strange white wave high high high made of rubber and bruised in places seagulls chased it out diving, skimming the foam squaking at the brave fat thing till bored and confused they abandoned it a red dot seeemingly far away bobbing across the horizon suddenly in the clean sky gimme a kiss, cum'on nobody'll know, i promise, I won't ever tell i wanna know what it feels like on the lips. a long one. I'll tell your mother, bobby! doris said. they went home. nobody mentioned the ball. it was somewhere on the beach. they would find it tomorrow. nobody would steal it. it was too cheap. the red and blue thing with yellow stars. |
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