i saw a girl with breasts and bikini bottoms and tattoos jump off the rocks and howl. bear slipped on brown algae into the drink. i held her on the line like a dogfish. the water was talking to me. i almost wanted to swim with her. i guess i'll never get to swim with her like mister. she always angled with intensity for shore. we saw jen. said it's already 56 degrees. said she swam every day of winter and stayed sane. i said it's almost where i stopped. i don't know what kept me sane, or if.