Brown breasts in the morning crowd the sands like sea beans after a storm. Men with abs and sunglasses see no further than the length of a penis (it doesn’t matter which one). An airplane ad: GREAT CLIPS HAIRCUT: $12. Waves of white foam produce white noise and I strain to listen in. A groan when the fat woman’s dog pops the volleyball. I imagine the boobs and dicks evaporate like water, and leave me like a grain of salt on the beach’s sandy tongue. Alone, I feel the warm air wake up, stretch, and stroll out to sea. He tips his hat to the night air as she comes to take his place. This is, of course, nighttime routine. Tides bring shells for old folks to collect early in the morning. And I ponder how Jesus walked on a sea like this one and avoided getting eaten by a shark.

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