Burnt Ankles
(A Zymurgy)
Slathered in sunblock, I
thought I was protected.
P rotected, it was dumb of
me to think so,
R emembering how I waded in
the
O cean. Sis and I
T ook a long wading in the
waves,
E nding siting comfortably
in lawn
C hairs with the sun warm
and
T oasty beating on my
E xposed ankles. I
D idn’t realize the danger
they were in.
In time, I felt the
painful burn.
B listers. I hid them
U nder the beach towel for
the
R est of our time in
Florida
N ow, they’re like two
lizards.
Lizards, rough-skinned
lizards.
L ike the little ones
I saw on our porch that
Z ipped away when we
A pproached. My ankles are
no longer
R ed like someone with poor
circulation.
D ry and flaky, the
S kin peels.
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