So you filled your hands

I lied about not being able to go on. I took a lesson from my improv: I was overthinking it.

This is all true.

* * *

Here's what I always remember about Dow Lake: the mud. The sludge by the reeds, away from the beach where we weren't allowed to go, because it was all goose droppings. There were always flocks of Canada geese at Dow Lake, and you were always aware of them, and interested and curious, and wary. Dow Lake was one of the only beaches in my life for a very long time. We tended toward cold, rocky beaches on our vacations: Seattle, Chatauqua, Kelly's Island. ( Read more... )

"It's not real," Joe says, his arms around her waist, the back of her head against his shoulder.

She twists, grinning wide. "Bullshit. Of course it is."

"I'm not saying it's not there. But it's just a dam. Army Corps of Engineers set it all up."

"It's got fish in it." Evey wiggles her toes. "It's got sand. You can put a boat on it. Of course it's real."

This is as far as I can get tonight. I am all worn out from reading Promethea, and I started thinking about Athens, and then I looked up some pictures and I couldn't go any further.

( Dow Lake, Athens, Ohio )