LEMONADE (my version)

(Photo: My `READY MADE’ #art and corresponding #poem, below both — words copyrighted–  Susan Kirschbaum)

Behold.  A poor substitute for memories of an Italian summer. Bella Italia.  Boys. Barely there bikinis.  Not understanding the curves.  Of my body.  Of his body.   La Strada.  L’Onda.  Swimming to the white slab of rock.  On a spare stretch of Adriatic Sea.  Where we baked until sunset.  Drowning in immature emotions.  Of something that was almost lust.  Pure splendor.  Masquerading as LOVE.  — by Susan Kirschbaum

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