after a long letter to her grandmother about this, that, and the other thing, a ten-year-old writes,

"p.s. you are a miracle woman"

it seems like everyone is either leaving or being left--but it has had no effect on my fragile state.

cheers?

it's only wednesday?

aqua tad I

holding closely
towing front
towing back
and kicking.

gutter exploration
spitting humming blowing
bubbles bobbing pancake turns
and listening to water.

horizontal glides
fast tummy tows
with splah entries
and monkeying.

a pocketful of dreams
eighteen months and counting
moments in the rocker
and a bus ride downtown.