Tan

...

There’s not enough tan
In my face 
To inquire where it came from
But it is there,
Nonetheless. 

Maybe I spent a day
In reflections of the draining sun
Through billions of grains of dust
And salt. 
Oceanside; orbicularis 
Contracting. 

Or at an outdoor funeral
Of a wedding
I had no business objecting

Do I look burned?

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