By Anna Popnikolova
We are baking in the back of
Of the blue pick up truck
Sweat-soaked shirts and sticky thighs
All our sunburnt shoulders pressing
Legs too little for big blue back of the pickup truck
Ginger ale from grass green cans
Salted lips from sunshine sands
Smiling fountains, spitting sugary soda
Green ginger ale tin crushed in our soft hands.
The sun sinks soon
We ginger-alers
Spew sugar fountains to the moon
Our legs grow longer
Overlapping over overlapping noons
On the sandy sides of the
Big blue pickup truck
Sit sticky thighs and sunburnt shoulders
Grass green cans with sugared soda
Ginger ale-ers grow too soon
Sugar fountains to the moon
Freckled faces frowning,
Laughing
Legs too big for the little blue back of the pickup truck.
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