Sand

I have never passed up an opportunity to slander the sand. An unwelcome guest, overstaying and breaking into where it is not meant to be: shoes, sheets, shirts I did not even take, even under my skin. She smiles at the sea, wave after wave after wave welcoming her home. She treasures the sand, every grain a souvenir never shaken out. "Let's take a trip to this goddamn piece of shit beach." Here I am again.