selected poems by Lyndsay

i finish the last of James Franco
a story in PALO ALTO about Yosemite…
the falls and candles and the burning skeleton
and how to make babies
we are at Will Rogers beach, Lyndsay is lying
in the sand without a towel under her.
she came out of the water and just lied there and
turned over like a chicken breast trying to bread
itself. i was very attracted to this move. lying on
her belly and covered in sand, she finishes
a collection of poems by Ada Limon, puts it
in her bag. “finished?” i ask. “yep.”
“dog-ear some pages?”
“you better believe it.”
i grab the book from her bag and read Ada
Limon, the Carrying: Selected Poems by Lyndsay