nadando

i’ve spent so much time in the pool. raro. i hate swimming. i hate swimming the way i hate waiting and the way i hate eating and being a mess and talking, and so of course i love it. and the way each time is different. with my hair across my back. maybe my ass in a kayak and my spoon in a mug, maybe they’re the same. impulsive, permanent. your eyebrows pointed down and scarf around my neck, those are the same, too. these things all match up. moments have partners just like people do. parallels and telescopes that fence everything in and stretch to let old out and new in. my delaware will never be the same.