Zack Nelson-Lopiccolo

SUMMER SALTS


the misty aroma 
of coconut Sex Wax
and fresh neoprene 
waft around 
the salt
sticky morning air 
just before 
sunrise
but not quite
a hazy sort 
of fine static 
brine on 
the tongue 
and in the eyes
kelp in the nostrils
gulls and pelicans 
caws
whooshes 
fiberglass smacks
against glassy water 
a faint calming 
trill 
cat tongue 
on your toes
a tickle behind 
the ear
a smile
a frown
a pile 
of cigarette butts

       

Zack Nelson-Lopiccolo is a on a strange trip on the back of a cat with a pocket full of cheese. We’re not going to talk about Judy…

   

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