Growing up along the Sound, we would occasionally come across a lion’s mane or two cast up on the shore— great gelatinous globs collapsing in on themselves without any real structure or shape, save a few frilled fronds of red knotted together with seaweed and baking in the sun. What possessed me one day to step onto that jellied mass, I'll never fully know. I know that I saw it, and I know that I wanted you to love me as I crumpled in the sand cradling my chirping heel and calling myself a fool. Hold still, you said, pulling down the waistband of your trunks, I saw this on TV. It'll help.