  AVACATION because i did not rest and i did not drink pina coladas with umbrellas in them on the beach and i did not lay sidelong in a grass hammock wearing a white cotton shift and nothing else, waiting for my lover to arrive, both of us soft and brown in the sun and in the shadows of the sun, brushing sand off each other's bodies, smiling, not talking, eating warm fruit and staring out at the vast sea... it was avacation, and i loathed it. 
