the beach was 

like a refrigerator door  

 that wouldn't shut 

    we sank into our places 

 in the sand   

the sun 

was blistering 

   the laptops frozen

    we called for lattes 

 but no one heard

        someone 

down the way 

had a radio

playing Maybelline 

   over and over 

     we built a fort out of driftwood 

                                       and Pringles

  but the philistines 

kept coming