There was something eating at me,
after I’d eaten quite a bit,
and I swam to the shore so I could throw up
on a tree stump that also held my weight.
I learned my lesson that day
and swore to never swim on a alcohol filled stomach
at least until the next time I forgot.
I was in shorts, not a bathing suit,
and the water had that clear taste to it,
like water suddenly has a taste sometimes
and the entire thing tastes clean but wrong.
I thought about all the times I pissed in a pool
or the few times I was sea sick,
and how water is always clean,
like it goes through a huge purifier
right before we see it,
through some process that we never see.
I guess that’s an inane thought,
but there is something to be said there.
I’m just not the one to say it.
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