"Empty Everywhere; Monterey"
She lies without words in an nondescript beach hotel room, thinking about a different beach hotel room. There was a hurricane going on outside, and she and her lover were taking polaroids of each other dressed in various hats and sometimes bedsheets. Swimsuits and wine bottles lay empty everywhere as the hotel moved in the wind.
But being at the beach is not like being anywhere else. The ocean eats away at everything close to it, not just the shore. Monney lies her head next to mine and feels the slow grind of me and her and this hotel, as we all slide slowly downhill towards the sea.