I can’t breathe, I said.
I’ll take you
to the beach, she answered
I had a secondhand red bikini and wanted to swim.
Surfers stood looking out at the breaks, wetsuits down. The
last one came in, blue-lipped and goosefleshed.
I have to swim.
That’s my girl.
I kicked hard to warm up, under each crest.
I stayed in a long time, came out slow.
The surfers applauded
You’re making us look bad!
She was grinning, wiping away tears when I reached her.
This is the first time I’ve seen you smile in a month.
I raised my arms, laughing.
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