Sunburnt

Late august,

sunshine that

create floaters

in my eyes,

transparent blue waters.

In Miami,

few days

before school starts,

just what the doctor ordered.

I lay on 

white beach towels 

the hotel provided.

Flipped every 20 minutes

Front, then back,

so the sun reached

my toes

and in-between.

my skin pale

with tints of yellow

burn bright

red

but not the golden tan

brochures promised.

Yet, I don't budge

from my spot

because pain is beauty.