Bonfire

Wood on Copper

Bonfire

The tide is high,
so are revelers; the girls’
bikini tops bounce
around bonfire swirls.
They pick up their surfboards,
slap on some Sex Wax—
the waves are raunchy
over the cracks
in Ocean’s teeth,
rotten with glee;
too many shroomshakes,
or at midnight,
green tea.

photography and words by Ramon Ramirez

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