We crawled up the beach
from the ocean and breathed,
Safe. Sand crusting our bellies
From Here to Eternity, less
sexy by nature, not for lack
of trying. The pale white arches
of our feet delicately buzzed.
Later, the sting set in.

Here are words. Here is nap. Here
is one cheek pressed to the hard-
packed grains, the other cheek
roasting in the sun, filet-o-frolicker,
feet tickled by tide. This is reverse
evolution. This is, in fact, lack
of trying. Coppertone stank.
Banana Boat coat.

Jellyfish slithers in and out, surfs
the waves, looking more like a brain
than we who have them, who hide that
organ in skulls beneath skin beneath
hair elaborately styled, dressing up
what can’t be seen. We who want
to shut the brain down like a stalled
computer. To press a button, be done.

Zap, goes the jellyfish, wanding us
in turn. Zap zap zap zap zap zap zap
zap zap zap zap zap zap zap zap zap
up and down the beach. Zap, you idiots,
gifted with unused legs, lazy arms, zap,
here on your vacation from what? My
survival is fittest. Zap, and zap
again, from here to eternity, zap.