I rode to the beach alone
but I wasn't alone for long. Got some good
swims in, imagined myself monitoring the
water as The Golden
Guardian, then Jesse and Linda
arrived by bike married now 12 years to the
day. Beer, cigarettes, oozy peaches. Then
and Craig arrived in The Lights'
band van, chasing the sun after it had gone
behind the trees at Howell Beach across
the street from Kurt Cobain's old house.
They brought a moveable feast. We took turns
wearing a garage sale wig
and then the men repaired to the shoreline
to skip rocks into the sea. Summer's winding
down, the sun burned itself into the
mountains at 7:41.