the passenger

surfed out. my shoulders are sore. my neck a kinked tweak. rocks icy on the way to the point in the mid-morning sun. surreal after 13 feet at 12 seconds yesterday. like city buses without street lights at rush hour. disorganized like the night wildflowers. one drop here and a closed door. another drop there and a run down the line to plump shoulder. fat like the seal rotting on the beach bloated. like life on mars.