lake lifeguards

the sun was so bright today that our heads ached. she told me her sins and I wondered if she'd been raised something like Catholic. he explained the practicality of suicide and I got it but my thoughts are moving either too slowly or too quickly to make my interesting any more than purely intellectual, besides he's only reciting anyway, he's never wanted sharp things against his skin. likewise his interest in the story of a girl selling her body for food is purely the study of a curiousity, rather than a serious considereation of tragedy or justice. how can she keep smiling like that? I have a hard time believe the truth of it for so long, it maybe only a social habit picked up in some circles I suppose. the one who returned thinks she is mad for him, but I know she is mad at him. she made him half drown her before she'd allow herself the indignity of be rescued by his pompus ass. the veggie-eater is curiousity unheard of. they ask, "are you? are you really?" and the southerners look at me saddly as if I had just explained that I have a large whole in my heart.