| Feared Drowned by Sharon Olds |
Suddenly nobody knows where you are, your suit black as seaweed, your bearded head slick as a seal's. |
| Somebody watches the kids. I walk down the edge of the water, clutching the towel like a widow's shawl around me. |
None of the swimmers is just right. Too short, too heavy, clean-shaven, they rise out of the surf, the water rushing down their shoulders. |
Rocks stick out near the shore like heads. Kelp snakes in like a shed black suit and I cannot find you. |
My stomach begins to contract as if to vomit salt water when up the sand toward me comes a man who looks very much like you, his beard matted like beach grass, his suit dark as a wet shell against his body. |
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