Satan Stole My Surfboard

All decked out in sea-level
turquoise
w/shimmer of sunlight
broken & scattered

fistfuls of dimestore sequins

something a sick mermaid might puke up

beneath drifting smoke & palm trees
another roadside attraction
reflected in the shallows

a faded pink nevermind of concrete
pearls she wore to remind herself

mementos then of all that brought us here
& all that will drive us away