We weren’t children necessarily,
but I remember how we wanted
to live in the sand and in the shallow
waves and then in the sticky grass
and then in the pool of the heaving
hotel next door. We never said this
out loud. We may have whispered
it in our sleep. We may have agreed
telepathically that this was what we
wanted. And though we definitely dug
this into each other’s thighs, we never
said this and the sand shifted and we
mostly stayed indoors.