my job, she tells me.
it's boring
and i don't make much money.
my boss
is a tyrant
and the hours are dreadful.
so,
why don't you quit i tell
her,
as i smooth some
sunscreen onto my bald head,
then step into
my flip flops.
where are you going? she asks.
swimming.
but you don't have a pool.
don't need one,
i'm going to swim
across the county
and circle back, just
like the guy did in the John
Cheever story,
called The Swimmer.
everyone has a pool, but
me, so, i'll make
the most of it. i have it
all planned out, i'll start
with Hendersons, then hop
the fence
over to Walter's house,
then
to the Clarks, and on and on.
well, good
luck at work,
i should get going if want
to make it home
before the sun goes down.
the ending of the story
was depressing,
very sad, but i'm going
to rewrite it today.
toodle loo.
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