Revere Beach Wall

For Mary Esther

Hanging out at the wall
at Revere Beach tossing
onion rings and french fries
at the seagulls as they
squawk and shit on our heads

Sometimes even a day at
the beach can be rough
when the greenheads are
all over us sucking our
blood while we eat ice
cream cones that are running
down our fingers faster
than our tongues can go.

We hop back on the bikes,
press start and rumble
down the road with the wind
in our hair and a drink
between our legs,
get pulled over

by the police for driving
while excited.