We float on our backs, every choice, every word, every possibility is drifting somewhere nearby us. Somewhere nearby is Jude. Somewhere nearby is my father. Somewhere nearby are all the words the town will say about me. Sad. Stupid. Suicide. In time, my mother might get cold or tired. She might even go home, but for now we are happy right here. We let the waves roll beneath us and forget the dry land and forget the idea of ever going back because the water is blue–n. Fr. bleu 1. having the color of the clear sky or the deep sea 2. melancholy 3. puritanical 4. obscene 5. faithful 6. said of
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