The First Time Wetsuit
She cuddled in a signature pose
That resembled the 'one-hug' position
Arms wrapped around her disoriented and confused body
Pulling her skin covered torso into the black sheath
To her demise and surprise
Her situation was on the path to corrosion
Her shape was forced to contort and align
In ways she never thought of
The set of legs seemed not to attach
To the position juxtaposed to the malformed uneven arms
One longer than the other?
Squeezing her entire self into this rubber encasement
She was exasperated and running out of enthusiasm
So she drifted to allow her subconscious thought
To believe she was some malformed figure of a seal
About to utilize its deviated, grotesque, twisted flippers
Before she entered the water it became a struggle
Just to simply walk in this captive suit to the oceans edge
Upon her arrival she found her surfing buddy
Laughing uncontrollably with loud cackles and chortles
That turned into a roar as he fell to his knees
As she asked for his help to close the zipper he said:
"Your right arm is in your left leg,
And your left leg is in your right arm!!"
And thus a true story of my first time surfing.
September 5, 2019
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