The Chronology of Water

Turn to the rocks and hear seas echoed from as far away as the Ukraine. Smell kelp and taste salt; feel that underwater animals have brushed near you. Remember parts of your body are scattered in water all over the earth. Know land is made from you.

I never thought, stop lying. I didn’t have any sense that I was lying. To me, I was following the story. Clinging to it for life.

Find pleasure in these ordinary palm worlds.

I remember things in retinal flashes. Without order.

People don’t know how to be when grief enters a house.

It’s all a series of fragments and repetitions and pattern formations. Language and water have this in common.

the story of a woman having a baby is the fiction we make it.

Conglomerates are the movement of land in the freedom of water, smoothed into a small thing you can hold in your hand, rub against your face.