In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.

I like people too much or not at all.