monopoly

reverence for all beaches
no matter how nasty

you sit in chairs at the parties of children wow

hard like plaster in a sand cast

memories at this age
are removed
cleaned and displayed

sand-stained

the vices, she warns me,
are making out and vaping

just as I expected

cold-pressed instruction meets autonomy

someone puts a star-studded belt face down
in the mold

a bone a heart a donut because
the birthday boy doesn't like cake

in reference to the vaping one kid said
the deaths were manufactured by the tobacco industry

they run their hands
over each other's
cargo pants

lose socks to the tide

crack their teeth
on pizza covered in
sand