Phone on stomach

I'm sitting alone outside at Donnie's house. Also his parent's house. Also where Dave lives, and where I just took a swim. Others are nearby somewhere, but this moment is all mine. I'm sitting at the dirty cigarette-trash misty glass umbrella table, slouched with my front-of-body at a very obtuse angle. My phone is resting on my stomach, and I am watching my heartbeat make it jiggle like a kid on a water bed. As I observe my body's capabilities here, I think of what is next. A ride south to sit on a porch, a return text message to Matt, a meetup with Jonas who is driving here at this moment to experience glory.