this water's cold, i yell
out to Betty,
lying on the beach
reading
Vanity Fair.
i step
into the surf,
then dive, head first
into the murky green.
it's an ice
bath.
how can anything
survive in this?
my entire body
is vibrating from the cold.
shrinking.
she raises her sunglasses
and laughs,
she says,
i told you so.
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