Pulp Poem of the Week

He recognized the picture.

It was a snapshot,

blown up. A picture of

Patricia that summer in Maine

when she had worn the Bikini

for the first and last time,

wearing it that once

out there on the rocks,

while they swam. She had

large breasts. She had been

unable to control them.

Gil Brewer

77 Rue Paradis

1954