escape artist

to the beach! to the beach! where the blue water is cool and the fine, sugar-like sand clings to the legs, the toes.

we can lie all day, the sun burning our skin. between us are bottles of cold beer and a pack of cigarettes. so what if we can't hide body fat in skimpy suits? we have beautiful minds to take in the sound of waves as music, the sunset as a van gogh.

come! to forget is possible. see, the breeze is passing through the grove of coconut trees. look! the shadows of leaves on the dune lulling us to sleep.

we can almost swim to the next island. the current pulling us out to open sea. imagine a sailboat has just passed us by. a beautiful stranger smiled at us.

stretch your arms like this, paddles on smooth water. keep your legs still, floating. stare at the sun until you can see only the dark orb. and think of nothing else, just the lazy string of weeds brushing past your legs and the lightness in your head.

we can always swim back to shore. you and i.