I would like very much to go
snorkeling with you –
Our pale, East Coast bodies floating like foam
in a cobalt salty sea
Where, fluttering alongside schools of flatfish,
darling you and I would speak
A new language
of air bubbles and gestures, pirouettes and
pipe-delayed gasps
as electric eels writhe below.
As is my custom when Leaving Home For An Extended Period Of Time, I began packing for Costa Rica a week before our flight’s scheduled departure. Bright flowery summer dresses draped off the ironing board, with corresponding undergarments and shoes nearby; tank tops made precise, cotton multicolored tiers on the rug, and piles of t-shirts, [...]
What we meant to do while we were there: zip-line canopy tour of the Cloud Forest, wander near the molten sputterings of Mount Arenal at night, snorkel in the Pacific Ocean with neon fishes, read at least three to five books apiece, acquire golden skin and blonde-streaked hair.
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Jurvis Practices
What we didn’t expect to [...]
Greetings from … well, I wish I could still say Costa Rica, but last night we returned, significantly browner and peelier than a week before.
As a result of that trip, I am now a little bit more fond of monkeys, a little less fond of cats — which were feral and whining about it everywhere [...]