The Beach in August

The day the fat woman

In the bright blue bathing suit

Walked into the water and died,

I thought about the human

Condition. Pieces of old fruit

Came in and were left by the tide

What I thought about the human

Condition was this: old fruit

Comes in and is left, and dries

In the sun. Another fat woman

In a dull green bathing suit

Dives into the water and dies.

The pulmotors glisten. It is noon

We dry and die in the sun

While the seascape arranges old fruit,

Coming in and the tide, glistening

At noon. A woman, moderately stout,

In a nondescript bathing suit,

Swims to a pier. A tall woman

Steps toward the sea. One thinks about the human

Condition. The tide does in and goes out.

My old baby sitter's family had just bought a beach house in Scituate
We drove an hour to get there, blasting beach music the whole time
And I played a song I thought you’d like to see if you’d ask who it was by
Miraculously, we found our way to the shore with the help of a couple maps
I parked the car in front of their house and they pointed us towards the beach
The whole day was spent lounging in the sand
Away from the crowds, away from the city
Away from anything
As the sun set, we sat on the rocks watching the waves collide with rocks below us
The splashes grazing our bare feet
And I realized that all I wanted in life
Was to be a beach bum with you