Evil Under the Sun

backless immobility and what was an upward slant
seemingly fated

turned to bodies, good-looking fillies

one barely sought toned ankle
romp I

land of the coves between
watermark nearest the proper mainland

who keeps the paths?

who did so took a risk

crooked breakfast
an orange peel mars the tennis court

and other rooms?

her print dress rustling when it’s very hot

I want to know who threw that

silver platter over there
in the thought up picnic
as they cave to other ideas