THE COAST INTERVAL

My thongs slapped the bottom of my feet as I walked ... sandy dirt and crabs sifted between my toes ... my ears were heated and felt cooked from the sun ... seagulls squawked as they swooped down to grub on salty dead fish gills ... as my thongs still slapped the bottom of my feet I was going insane knowing that my hair was turning into a conglomeration of poisonous snakes ... my eyes had moved down an inch, therefore my forehead opened for shade ... after the sun went down I crawled under a rock to sleep.