X: Stand in sun-bed

Skin taught, thumbed back at temples; over my breasts like
clingfilm.
It was unlike Spain. I stood naked, Atlassed, as I'd been
instructed.
Even the hung washing of my upper arms seemed taken in.
Smell of under ripe apples and Nivea. It was unlike Spain.

Being unlike Spain I had no problem putting fists through the
strip
lights and being unlike Spain I had no trouble stamping and
stamping.

In Spain, pulpo legs, pink and white, hang a lazy striptease,
scooped
from broth. Dreamboat Teddy held those same breasts and, although
they were only the colour of a well-lit cave, he found them to have
weight.