Shore of Trina

Trina claims that she doesn't 
want an affair (she means
have sex, a word she never uses,
even at 52), that she loves

Frank, but sees him as a beach
ball, she's the shore,
he's floating away, and no
affair will solve that, says,

"Marge, you just don't get it,"
and yes, I don't get this craving
for a beach ball or thinking
of herself as a shore. Ugly

things wash up onto shores:
beach balls, oil spills, needles,
dead bodies. Shores
erode, disappear.