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[wetmittens]

The full moon moved me to go all borderline personality disorder yesterday. There was a fight in the front yard where he I drove off. Into the mountains. Fast. In the rain. To the top of the canyon. Ran up a hill, thunder roaring above me. Laid down, covered in goose bumps. Screamed. Just laid there. Tried to make peace with something inside of me. Drove home. I don’t know if it’s because I missed him or because I was hungry. I think it was mostly hunger. He was having everyone over to barbeque chicken. No one was there when I got back, he told them to go home. We talked things out. A single tear ran down his cheek. Had make up sex which was pretty good. We got Red Iguana down town where I had two margaritas, hopped the fence of the seedy motel next to it, took off my skirt and dove in to the chemical waters of the swimming pool off the busy road. He stood at the edge and smiled down at me as I swam back and forth. Cars zooming by on the other side of the chain link fence. “I had to do that”, I sat chattering my teeth in the car on the way home. “I know you did”, he smiled.

I can’t help but notice, with a summer complete with jumping into bodies of water on a whim, I never feel myself touch the surface. I only realize it when I hit the bottom.