The Beach Body as a Symbol of Patriarchal Desire

Curves like wind chimes.
Body profiles match commas
in the structure of the perfect
seaside experience.
Words ramble like horses
and tell a puzzle of stories
in a mess like papier-
mâché balloons.
People gather individually
for their own (similar) reasons.
People wear fewer clothes here
than they do in winter beds.
A boy would see the rolls
in the waves. A girl, the idols
of figures, who started on theirs
before she was born.
Make them older, they’d shift
their focus to the curves
of red, white and blue,
on black, pink and cream.
We don’t go to the beach
for the sand or sea anymore.

Adam Foley

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