Never permanent vacation

Chemicals

Chlorine

in the swimming pool

Bleach

In the gutter

Pine-straws are getting

Trapped.

Bobbing up and down

In the suction

Of the little White Square

Carved in the middle

Is a hole

the width of a grown-man’s finger.

It’s gross.

But I’m Interested.

Dead bugs

A few worth rescuing.

My eyes are red

and burning

from all the chemicals.

Riverside.

Questionably clean

Water.

Black lines

Ending in T’s.

Eyes wide open.

I’m just skimming by

Passing you in one Breath.

Chemicals turn my

hair golden.

The island on my leg

Is seeping through my new

Found  pigment.

I used to ignore the Sun.

Tuner Annex.

Doors locked

Head floating

Keys Questionable.

An old motel

Renovated and transformed

Into art-student

Slum Land.

An afternoon Vacation

At least two hours long

And 7 feet deep.

Freezing.

A man comes everyday

To check on the Chemicals.

Making sure

the Bleach and Chlorine

are killing the Parasites.

Gold sometimes varnishes

And turns to green.

It doesn’t matter.

I’m gliding through the Navy Blue

And the Heat.

My Face is Melting Off.

Black Lines Running

And Ending in Smears.

Coconut Oil and concrete.

Chemicals and Water.

Never Permanent.

Vacation

Lands.

– Anastasia Frangoulis

xoxo

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