Eating Outside - Donna Shomer

Eyes squinting against the sun,
fair skin already freckled
and fiery red.
And the sand –
it is everywhere.
Between my toes,
against my skin
in my bathing suit
pressed into the crevices
between my thighs.
Sand and heat – merciless.
They are in my food –
lurid warm milk
and the peanut butter sandwich
from hell.