FLOATING GODDESS

Written almost one year ago to the day. Almost. 

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At Dow Lake the gang broke into two:

leaving me with Lauren.

She wore a polka dot bikini and

waddled to the lake first. I followed,

but plunged under as to avoid—

whatever.

I soon surfaced. Lauren on her back.

Floating. Floating like a Goddess.

Her cherry lip puckering. Blowing bubbles.

Her fingers white and waking. Even

Her forearms white too, but like smooth stones.

And I copied her to hear

what she was hearing.  I heard my heartbeat, my breath, my pluse

But I

did not feel like a Goddess.

-sonja lynn mata