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{swimming lessons} christine hamm We went down to the grey river that runs through the middle of the city and I decided to take all my clothes off and go for a swim. We had to climb down a chainlink fence and over some rocks and push a baby stroller and toilet seat out of the way. The police came before he could follow me into the river. He had his shirt off and he hadn't shaved for three days, so they were sure he was a terrorist or at least some kind of marginal street capitalist with too many parking tickets. When I pulled myself out of the water, my teeth were chattering like ice in a glass, clink, clink, and I had to comb a condom out of my hair. I was mad he left me alone like that and I haven't seen him since, though sometimes he sends me letters and asks me why I won't come visit him in jail. |
