by Ben Nardolilli
Sitting sunburnt, a face
Gone from red to darkness,
It hurts to be emotional
Wrinkles are out of hiding,
And my hair is gray,
I cough and ashes come out
No reason to be angry,
I have the beach to myself,
Cities may be gone for good
A speck against the dunes,
I keep survivors away
With the worst-case tan
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish a novel.
