no one would be as fluent as us / swimmers. gliding through what we know as air

density augmented. our shoulders feel / brunt of gym tiles Dad and i flipped /

onto faded patchwork carpet. i still remember / miniature brick pattern of black

and grey. now hidden beneath those tiles / does our presence haunt them, woven

Reaching for the highest shelf

in the store. The only one not scraped clean

in my mother’s home city.

My cousin contemplated [ ] last year

before any of this started.