He couldn’t convince me the bay
was part of the ocean—
that the calm of this water,
the subtle lip that curved
round the inletted beach
was any connection to the volatile
beaches that we’d fish–
that they could be one part, divided.
He took my kiss that afternoon
as impulsively as he would pull
a smoke from the crushproof pack
he kept in the back pocket of his cut-offs—
a mindless habit he picked up
the summer before I met him,
the summer I wore a tangerine flowered
bikini and rubbed baby oil along my legs,
mindless of the damage either would eventually do.
Lorraine Henrie Lins is the author of All the Stars Blown to One Side of The Sky, and two
chapbooks: I Called It Swimming and Delaying Balance. Lins is a Pennsylvania Poet Laureate in Bucks County and the Director of New and Emerging Poets with Tekpoet. Lins’ poems have appeared in numerous publications, online journals and poetry collections. Born and raised in the suburbs of New Jersey, the self-professed Jersey Girl now resides outside of Philadelphia where she has learned to pump her own gas.