I had a dream the other night that I was swimming in the ocean. In the ocean just off the Azores, Praia.
I wrote a poem about it, because it was such a strong feeling. Also like getting lost in the sheets, your whole body floating, but this dream was about the waves, how they make you fly. How Sergio's first memories of the water was making you feel like you were a superhero.
I still swim in Brooklyn, almost every other day, at least 3 days a week. In a life that I love.
Looking at the water, it doesn't seem especially clear, I know that I pee in it and I swim around my period, I can just imagine all the other things that other people bring into the pool water. But there is a certain amount of bacteria that I imagine helps me to ward off illnesses by exposing me to dangers.
I wrote a poem about it, because it was such a strong feeling. Also like getting lost in the sheets, your whole body floating, but this dream was about the waves, how they make you fly. How Sergio's first memories of the water was making you feel like you were a superhero.
I still swim in Brooklyn, almost every other day, at least 3 days a week. In a life that I love.
Looking at the water, it doesn't seem especially clear, I know that I pee in it and I swim around my period, I can just imagine all the other things that other people bring into the pool water. But there is a certain amount of bacteria that I imagine helps me to ward off illnesses by exposing me to dangers.
