Swimming Class, Fall, 2009

I sank

into my own

water of thoughts.

She,

right,

my leg,

lifted up,

pulled me up,

on the kitchen

sink,

unbuttoned

my fears,

unzipped

that bit

of reluctance

in me,

scratched paths

I had not yet crossed

and dared to look

me in the eyes.

On the kitchen

sink:

the night I learned

how to swim.