
I would dive into the lakeor describes the painfully funny adult experience of seeing one's own none-too-solid flesh reflected in an unforgiving hotel mirror:
—immediate, its cobalt reach and
silence—
Slowly,
I believe what I am seeing, a 54-year-old
rear end, once a tight end,
high and mighty...
Now my mother sounds like me,
the way I sound to myself—one
who doesn't know, who falls and hopes.