Sun Worshippers
by Rana Williams

Burning bacon reminds
me of their skins.
I walk alone in sleeves,
sunscreen, sunglasses.
Not the life of this
party as others soak
away in sunrays hot
enough to sizzle three
inch steaks.

Sacrificing body
parts, beauty for sun.
Their lonely world wrapped
around sun tan lotion,
flipping, turning
trading age for


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