  Life is kinda funny... It's like we forget it's there, it's just assumed like the water glasses the waitress brings out with your soda or margarita. And then you knock it over with your elbow and the water spills within a second and suddenly you want another one. Here's a poem I wrote about the beach: A New Yorker Among islanders I approach the beach Ill-equipped A much meaner sun Attacks my fair skin Armies of sand Invade every crevice I sneer at red seaweed That wraps itself around my ankles And spit out the salt That accosts my tongue An outsider Among islanders I press my ear to the sand And hear the echo of my heart This is Jenny signing off. Thank you for listening. 
