I stood in the ocean at Coney Island
next to a boy in a blue striped shirt
holding his shoes in one hand
quartered jellyfish
stray sandals
and flattened silver juice pouches
washed back and forth
catching on our ankles
he made a joke about the boat on the horizon
i blushed
his gentle smile
his name the sound of the ebb tide.
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