Poolside

In the dank metal cavern of Pendleton Pool
towels sop heavy
thick adolescent mist
swollen fibers
drunken inhibition
floating
we need not speak
revelations
this chest to chest
Testing strange glass
Clothes shed,
nose to nose,
craving a
companion to navigate
faith

grandma cocks her head to
her own
children of her children
emerge glistening, swarming
her lawn chair to
wetly peck her cheek.
pruned hands liberate trunks from the cracks of asses
she swats them off
one by one
with quarters they plunge
into the soda machine