Originally published in Solstice Lit Mag Without a boogie board,you’d fling your bodyinto the curve of the Pacific.Without baby oil, you’d still burn& be tender for days.Without a blanket, you’d dropyour faded Eddie shirt,sit—or later, shake it out &mop off the salt. Withoutshades, you’d razoryour hand like a visor—squintat five footers rushing up,at gulls. Without moneyyou’d drink from a fluoridated