I was sitting there at the beach, after the rain, eating a vegetarian vietnamese sub.
I was biting off the paper in my teeth and spitting out your name into the waves.
I smiled at an old woman and the wind blew my hair all around.
She did not return my smile.
So I counted seagulls.
twenty of them.
The old woman came back and said something foreign and put
five caramels from the ukraine in my lap
and walked away.