Friday, January 9, 2015

Literary work

Frying his body all day,/ Jacob Johnson/ got a horrible sunburn by afternoon/ because the cheap suntan lotion from his brother/ became a thin liquid and / dripped into the sand.

All kind of vegetables, / from celery to fresh tomatoes, /were laughing or dancing or playing/ in the salad bowl,/ and the salad dressing/ that had been as quiet and unnoticed as the bowl itself/ suddenly giggled with glee.

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