An alarm set, just for the ringing.
A match for the tongue. A teenager
in time-capsule, dangerously
lapsed of misdemeanors. A bridge
where you learned drown,
a claim on growing. A family
sharing your surname, but blonde,
bettered. He swept their hair
up in his breast pocket, swapped
foreseeable love for near-mirror.
Both sea, more or less, to Hell’s
No lake, this. Swamp. Sulfur.
Even in heat, you won’t shake off
your bathing suit, a cheat at steel.
Even wet, slapping insects.
One summer. None. All of them.
You couldn’t believe gold-
ridged wings hid desire. Your
Marco to the mocking buzz of Polos.
Continue, you’ll take any sting
as chosen. Consider this, a warning.