I went to the beach

rolled-up my old-timer chino pants

to just below the knees

kicked off my fat-strapped sandals

stuck my big toe in the saltwater

and a jellyfish bit me.

––well, stung me.

come to find out it was a non-toxic sting

and I came away with a little redness.

that night the jellyfish entered my dream

in the image of the horse-head of Woltz's satin sheets.

eventually, the dream faded without incident.

breakfast was uneventful.

for lunch I had lightly breaded fish sticks

nothing on the side but a little tartar sauce

and a tall, icy Schweppes ginger ale.

the jellyfish had a burger, medium, with fries

and a Coca-Cola.