Sand pustules

Sand pustules

I was playing on the beach this morning
but now I have sand everywhere.

I tried everything. Scrubbing
only massaged it deeper inside.
Shaking my limbs tired me out.

Stupid sand! I’ll rub every
last one of you out!

I sat down. Like a clock,
counting pore-by-pore,
pinching, at the root,
squeezing out every grain,

until my body was red,
over-exfoliated, but clean.