a trail of her

there's sand
on the floor, a trail
of wet
footprints,
sand
in the kitchen,
in the bathroom
where a wet towel lies.
granules
going everywhere,
up the stairs,
into the bedroom.
the sand
is all over the place.
she brought
the beach into
the house.
there she is lying
in bed.
sunburned and still
wet from
the ocean. I got
sand in
your bed, she says,
smiling.
are you mad at me?