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pneumothorax PM
Why did you need that sandwich when they died? Couldn't it have waited until after? Your timing is appalling.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Drama - Words: 96 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-19-05 - id: 1943722
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19 drowned.
4 still swimming.

and as the skin hits the waves
in a split second smack,
that hits your jaw, stinging
like the on-duty sandwich
in your fingers; slick sick fingers
that couldn't save them,
or rather: were busy, bastard.

Your empty chair in the sun
on the sea, bright like a bulb
and beautiful like a snapshot
that won't even capture a glimpse
of what you felt that summer,
when the kids drown and your face;
so simple and confused

with your fingers wrapped around the sandwich
in the sand.

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