The Old Lena Is Dead.

The Salt Blowing Off The Sea Makes The Air Feel Textured And Heavy.

...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And Without Fear

I'm Mesmerized By The Way His Fingers Move Confidently Along Her Skin, As Though Her Body Is His To Reat And Touch And Tend To. She Was Mine Before She Was Yours: The Words Are There, Unexpectedly, Surging From My Throat To My Tongue. I Swallow Them Back.

Step On A Crack , You'll Break Your Mama's Back. Step On A Stone, You'll End Up All Alone. Step On A Stick, You're Bound To Get The Sick. Watch Where You Tread, You'll Bring Out All The Dead. - A Common Children's Playground Chant, Usually Accompanied By Jumping Rope Or Clapping.

The Whole Point Of Growing Up Is Learning To Stay On The Laughing Side.