Insect repellent

 It was a beach on land in land with high bridges crossing the fields and wetlands

Fancy ponds and school children that never age or mature
Dark porridge sand that show the trajectory of all feet
This world is one fat hallucination of a classroom
The ceiling here is a warm mellow overcast sky
She was tall and her name was Rebecca
She would pull attention with uncertainty
She stood under the bridge offering insect repellent
freckles and knowingness inside the eyes
She appealed toward the lack of import in me

I had not felt the mosquitoes neither did I believe there were any
All I wanted to see was the huge killer reptiles bobbing up in the ponds
I wanted to see stained teeth and  ponder what they might be plotting
The land was one large swamp and girls like Rebecca wanted out
The only way out was to sell insect repellent next top the overpass
Untrained in the traffic, plagued by boredom and dangerous whims
I stood in the black sand focusing and conjuring pity in vain
The dark porridgey sand bred mosquitoes that spread malaria
the ones that got my grandfather in the solemn pacific
people loathe history so let's revisit the ponds
I stuck my head in there
Rebecca warned me, even though there was a measurable weight of sarcasm there
Half crocodile and half hippo hybrid bit it off
The insect repellent hadn´t worked

My carelessness killed me