coconut bath

you ask her how her legs
got so smooth and soft.
you take your hand and starting
at the ankle go dangerously
close to where her short
dress ends. but she
doesn't slap you, in fact
this makes her smile
and say the words
coconut oil. that's my secret.
I need some of that,
you tell her. my legs
are rough, my arms,
my hands, my feet.
go ahead and feel my elbows.
elephants have softer skin.
I need to dip my head
into a bucket of coconut oil
to smooth out the years
of sun and work.
let's take a coconut
bath together sometime,
you tell her. maybe have a
pina colada too,
to which she says.
you're pretty crazy
aren't you?