Famous surfers float in the waves just before they break on the beach. It's nighttime and there are hundreds of surfer hippies watching them. A full moon beams into the water. A fire pit roars, people drink and dance around it. Michael walks away from me taking Beckett with him. I stay and watch the surfers in the water. There are dolphin sharks swimming around them. Everyone claps and screams. A man with giant lips tells me stories, asks me questions. I'm intriguing to him and feel a relief in this intrigue. My phone buzzes. The men in the water stand up in applause. I bring the man's face close to mine. We kiss. His lips are a combination of all the lovers I've ever had. My cell phone says chanting do not disturb.
