Lakes Like the Dead Sea

We drove through that town where I lived with you.

The 7-11 still looks filthy.

And as we drove I wondered why I never noticed

all of the lakes

that are actually beautiful.

We never spent time on any of them.

In fact we never spent any time doing anything

that relaxing.

Only the stripping of clothing and skin

into pools. Sex.

Like melted cheese on taco chips.

Trips to a greasy food stand. 

Meals you ate by the dozens.

None of which I liked. Or snowmobiles or washing

and folding your clothes.

Or listening to you talk about narrow shoes.

How perfectly narrow your feet were.

How perfect you were.

How perfectly dead those years were.

(C) 2026 Jan Darrow / photo: Pixabay