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In America's Finest City
This Quiet Pool in “America’s Finest City”
Just opened its belly to welcome strangers:
Independent travelers who rented one another
Baptized in chlorine swimming in street lights.
The ocean down the street
Could almost hear the neighborhood,
EL Tio Chino’s Restaurante band singing old guitar songs
While he, the male, listened to her skin
Playing her fingers with his spine.
Her clothes danced the marimba while she
almost remembered losing the virginity.
She had never wanted.
She wanted this man, whose tongue was a map of water,
To know this was not ...