Sun Worshippers

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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