like_swimming raze we abandoned our plans. we didn't leave the city limits. we saw green bags wrapped around the stems of woody vines. the psychotherapist who gave you the only bit of good advice you ever got when you were trying to work out why your marriage failed wore a white-brimmed baseball cap and mowed his lawn. he wouldn't have remembered you. a man who died doing what he loved sang, "i know a way to swim all the way downtown. we'll go by way of the garden. fat with tomatoes and beans on the vine. sweet like the way it was. like swimming for the very first time." all the streetlights had faces like grayscale lanterns. a few kids made a second-rate trampoline out of an inflatable purple house. they looked happy jumping around inside the flimsy fortress they built out of breath and unhatched ideas. their heads didn't hit the ceiling. lucky little shits. now it's hot enough to fry the salt-cured belly of a pig on that nylon floor. another day of this before rain comes to chase away the heat and hours become minutes again. do you feel like swimming? 220530 what's it to you? who go blather from