maybe it's because I don't have health insurance.
but Esther Greenwood's attempt at the ocean
didn't bother me because of the act.
I find sick, perhaps, pleasure on similar "ankle achy" beaches.
And in New York, I felt her vomit comaraderie.
I understood her fourth Marco margarita and
insistence to leave Doreen at the door.
It wasn't the idea of the act.
It wasn't about that. I cringed!
My palms, wrists felt almost numb. Unprotected.
Maybe that's why she couldn't do it.
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