The Chronology of Water

It's all about starting at the beginning.

But that's not how I remember it.

It's all a series of fragments, repetitions, pattern formations.

When there are no words or the pain, let

your imagination change when you're known to plan.

And this is when it landed in the freedom of the water.

Her ring around her rock is locked in the smoke.

Memories

Our stories?

Say you better come up with one you can live with.

Smiley face.

Flower.

Christmas tree.

Claudia, go upstairs.

Go!

Just let me know when you finish.

You can do this all night.

Fuck!

I think you feel nice, Claudia.

I really think it will.

It picks you right up.

It picks you right up.

The same with me Belle.

Come on little Belle, same with me.

You know the lyrics.

You lost and gone forever.

It was my voice.

Who left?

Sometimes I think it arrived on paper.

I wrote pictures.

Slides.

I'm gonna change it for you.

I didn't feel like someone else.

I wrote words to go on to.

What is your daughter?

No, daughter.

To safety.

To girls.

Take my skin off.

I had her.

My mother.

Her hair.

Her skull.

Her story.

I want to prize for that story Belle.

And your daddy.

I want an art prize for this drawing.

How come she

won't?

My sister.

My adoration.

My sister.

How come?

I mean, you look like a bone in that.

Don't be sex, sure.

It does nothing for you.

Look at me.

Trying to look like a man.

My sister.

Taking everything.

Before you were even born.

In the house.

Alone in my room.

My arm would take.

My sister is gone.

My mother is gone.

My father designs houses in a room next to my smoking.

I wait for five a.

I pray.

To swim.

My baby girl.

My baby girl.

My baby girl.

My baby girl.

My baby girl.

I can't believe it.

All right.

Line up, ladies.

We in.

You know the drill.

One lick for every pound you're over.

Horace.

And a girl.

You don't know this.

One for you, freshman.

So we'll make it count.

How

many miles does it take?

To swim.

To himself.

How many?

Fucking.

So you really want this, huh?

Okay.

You only got a three-quarter ride.

Hey, they wanted you.

They would have offered the whole nine yards, huh?

We're delighted to offer a partial scholarship.

Half.

You're better than that.

Last one.

In my head I swam lapsed.

Didn't even get one full ride.

Don't blame me.

They don't want you that you don't belong.

They could taste blood.

The answer is no.

Why?

Because he could.

What?

And I was here.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me.

I only want the best for you.

I knew you could feel it.

That pink muscle pushing.

And pushing.

This should all be out there, woman up.

Oh, that's worse.

Hey, Lydia.

You need a hand?

I'm a coach from Texas Tech.

I decided to meet you.

Let's talk.

I'd like to have you on our team.

I almost loved her.

There's a gold bell.

You should be ashamed of

her.

This is control.

You don't know my fault.

My bedroom holds away from the dark of my body.

It smells like my sweat.

I'm chlorine.

Hey.

Can't sleep, huh?

Yeah, me neither.

I

Want to talk to you.

Listen, I'm sorry I've been so hard on you, lady.

I guess I just...

really worry about you out there.

Things I'm going to be different when you go to college.

I want you to listen to me.

He narrated what boys would do to me.

How they put their dirty hands up my skirt and finger.

Fuck me.

Follow my tits.

Suck there.

How disgusting boys would be.

They're him.

They're hips wanting in and up.

And they're dicks.

And his... me sitting next to him.

Feeling the heat then.

Without even looking.

What you doing out here?

There's a matter with you, huh?

I want you to hold that up.

I guess I'm saying to me.

What did you just say?

Fuck you.

Motherfucker.

Get this fuck out of my way!

All I thought was

my own wide open cunt.

It's open as a mal.

Screaming.

Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

I didn't

know a girl body could do that.

Shoot.

Come.

My

Own fault is mine.

My own space.

My own space.

My own space.

My own space.

My own space.

My own space.

Mine.

My

Own freedom.

Like something pressed so far down in the body.

It had to explode.

Yuck!

Why do you think you going?

You going nowhere?

So far from my father.

So far.

So far from my father.

So far from my father.

I love

your hands.

I love your voice.

It's my father and my brother who have the real voices.

I was here in my head.

Really?