Issue Three
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JUDITH DORE<br />
I don’t even hold my breath as I plunge<br />
into the water, an impulse that amuses<br />
me even as my lungs protest. Bubbles<br />
tickle my face and waist, welcome and<br />
cleansing.<br />
My shoulders lose their tension as I<br />
reach forward, towards the shore,<br />
towards where Brett is supposed to<br />
be. I’ve never had good technique, but<br />
the water assists me in pulling forward,<br />
away from the cat, my hair like a<br />
medusa halo, sensual along my<br />
propelling body.<br />
When I need to surface for air, I realize<br />
that Adam has followed me. He<br />
splashes like an injured seal. I can’t<br />
judge how close he is, but I want<br />
distance between us, so I duck beneath<br />
the surface and kick my feet.<br />
The tide is definitely coming in. I feel it<br />
both pushing and pulling me, the<br />
undertow growing, giving me less<br />
control. It feels different than the ocean<br />
of my youth.<br />
I let my mind drift, feeling the flow of the<br />
water, letting it tell me how to move. I<br />
think about how clam diggers sought<br />
holes in the sand, how I never caught a<br />
single one, thwarted by their ability to<br />
scoot away just as I caught a glimpse of<br />
their ridged shells. How my sister and I<br />
would run screaming from stranded<br />
horseshoe crabs, and of our reverence<br />
for marooned starfish.<br />
One summer, I'd tried to make an<br />
aquarium of found snails and hermit<br />
crabs, only to have them stink of death a<br />
few days later. I didn't really know what<br />
to do with my acquisitions. My mother<br />
took me to the library, and I read all the<br />
books, but none helped me really<br />
understand what food they needed, or<br />
how I could get it. The kind of water that<br />
they needed to survive. I tried table salt<br />
and hot dogs.<br />
Embarrassed by my failure, too<br />
ashamed to show my dad how badly I’d<br />
cared for my pets, I left their carcasses<br />
out in the front yard for the birds. When<br />
even the birds refused to eat them, I put<br />
their sad little bodies in the creek behind<br />
our house, hoping that they would find<br />
life somehow, there downstream,<br />
outside my bad influence. I was a silly<br />
creature, even then.<br />
I ended up using the empty fish tank for<br />
my punk-haired Barbie to swim in. My<br />
mother bought me inflatable doll<br />
furniture, not the good kind that was<br />
made by Mattel but some ugly knock-off<br />
she found at a Kmart going out of<br />
business sale. I kind of hated her for it,<br />
but in the end I made good. Barbie had<br />
hermit crab shells for pets.