Rubber Band Tan

Rubber finds canned tobacco like rubber finds cans. Cans interiors aren’t cans, but cans. Gnats humbly beseech rubber to unfold tanly. Cockroaches befriend tan people in cold cities. Pants blend tanly and drink manly tan. Tang isn’t tan. Gnats arent’ tan. Your eyes are not. But my cigarette light will falter before ash becomes grey, tan. Fish form teams of tanks and tread bland waters forever. Tide curls thinly like tan rubber bands.