I’m not much of a swimmer. I can dog paddle for very short periods at a time. Otherwise I’m too pooped to pop. Treading water escapes me. There’s a rhythm to it that I just...
We went to Sibley Park And we swam in the coldest part We took pictures of the three of us Just you and me and Gus The sand was beige and hot And my suit was full of cherry dots...
I can’t swim. But I do like the water – to an extent. If my body were a map, my breast bone would be the dividing line. Like the equator. That’s the border between...
