"I
measure out my days in imagined arguments ..."
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Lisa
Sitkin
Confessions
of a Surly Swimmer
When
asked if I get bored swimming back and forth,
I
say, No -- the repetition frees me.
I
can float into my grandmother's pool,
glide
back to the afternoon I danced for hours
with
my lover without touching, then we touched,
and
imagine that the water is his caress.
In
truth, I spend much of my time in the water worrying
that
someone will try to share my lane.
There
are days I measure out my laps in imagined arguments,
threading
the waterline with self-righteous quips
about
a slower swimmer's failure to give way,
a
faster one's refusal to obey the sign
clearly
marked Medium.
And
when the skinny man with a monster
tattooed
across his chest appears in his thong bathingsuit,
I
compose outraged speeches and letters of complaint
to
the management, kicking hard and out of rhythm
each
time I glimpse his pale buttocks
through
the wavering blue water.
I
wonder how it might feel to love him
in
the way of mermaids, with a generous
flick
of my silver tail, and a promise
of
voluptuous drowning on my lips.
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