She said it was only something to keep us dry.
I said it’s supposed to keep us from
getting sick. She said both things were true
but as soon as the sign telling us to
keep it on came down it was goodbye mask.
I said I never did do the dishes without
getting wet. I paid more attention
to the windows in the water and listened to
all the watchers down there exchanging winks
and making signs for maybe now or
maybe later. I didn’t know what it meant.
Nobody knew. Except those who did
outnumbered those who didn’t and the water
filled with thoughts and prayers –thoughts
and prayers having more to do with
undertow than whether or not or how and how
it was my arms and legs melted into
hers and we carved our names on trees
and tossed bits of lettuce in one another’s hair.
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