Burning bacon reminds
me of their skins.
I stand alone in sleeves,
sunscreen, sunglasses.
Not the life of this
party as others soak
away in
sunrays hot
enough to sizzle three
inch steaks.
Sacrificing body
parts, beauty for sun.
Their lonely
world wrapped
around sun tan lotion,
flipping, turning
trading age for
rays.
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