March Madness

College boys crowd one side of the pool,
pop beer tabs, drink slow, long, let cold
explode on their tongues.

The boys talk of their teams, of defense
strategies and three-point plays,
with the gravity of suited
brokers discussing corn futures.

But their eyes never stray
from the girls across the pool—
whose eyes are closed, whose faces are turned
to the afternoon sun—lying supine
in their string bikinis

as girls will do.

—CJ Muchhala, Shorewood