sarah complains that her new shampoo makes her hair fall out, 
 makes it stiff and dry like straw 
 she sits outside directly under the summer sun 
 sometimes by an eerily clear 
 blue-green swimming pool, 
 sometimes on a chair on top of grass 
 tiny beads of sweat form on her neck and chest 
 sarah shines 
 her skin turns from beige to light olive to brown 
 she doesnt wear sunscreen, thinks about cancer and death 
 glances at a cloudless sky 
 worries about tan lines