In August, like one in a sea
of gunmetal blood cells, I flowed
south, packed tight and hot in a van
with family-mother, grandfather,
grandmother-folded in
next to the sticky plastic of beach chairs,
the sharp, jabbing lumps of baggage.
In the box, our smells mingled
with sunscreen and warm, smoked turkey
bought as an offering for relatives
fragmented to the North and West
converging on the shore of Mobile Bay.
Posted by Meagan M. on August 28, 2008
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