I’m on a beach and I hear the soft hush of the tide. The sand is uncomfortable on purpose, or I’d never leave. To my left are palm trees and the faint wisp of her black hair. To my right are lights from apartments. On this beach I used to lie in the sun eating pizza drowned in hot sauce.
Now it’s night and nobody is around but I’m connected to the moments of the past, in a long progression.
I can still taste that pizza, her lips, being sunburned, and leaving in tears. It’s all happening, all of it. At once.