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with my hand down the back of her…

like being at the beach

like jumping from a plane

like laying in the bathtub

drinking tall

bud cans

while unfastening hooks…

I sifted sand through my fingers

fell to the earth at a hundred

twenty something miles an hour

submerged my head and blew bubbles

pretending to be a seahorse

then my mouth was around…

cracked grey shells, pollen, tasted salt and

ran out of air

moved lower towards…

big sun, mowed grass, feet along rocky bottom

then kicked off towards the blue

-suntan lotion, emergency chute, water wings, even a snorkel

-skin cancer, a bad fall, ‘I think I see something down near the bottom. Was he wearing blue trunks?’ (lots to cry over)

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Just start it, then I’ll roll it the rest of the way down.”

“Ok, do you want the top?”

“It doesn’t matter. Whichever way is fine.”

now fire, always the sun, always the grass, but only now fire, the rocky bottom

not as far down as it looks

small pebbles

caught between toes

pieces of flecks of spots of green glued to fingers

moles misbehave, act up during examinations, are called abnormal and sent to detention centers, lifeguards

climb down from high posts, lawn boys

pack up landscaping trucks, the bathtub drained, swirling empties, Coriolis clockwise current, a match flares, wink one

then wink the other, the easy exhale, the spermicidal detachment, I just now

noticed television, channel 5, also your knee

is blocking the screen