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