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William Matthews - Isla MujeresWilliam Matthews - Isla Mujeres
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The shoal we saw from the boat was fish; it parted as I dove through, and formed again overhead, each fish like a dancing molecule in a rock. On the flight to Merida we came down through clouds that looked like brains or scrambled eggs, but they were only wisps and down we came. I`d swim back up a chimney of fish and break, already squinting, back into bright air. If love is curiosity, I loved those fish. Those nights I ate her, she didn`t come so much as she would go. Her cunt-lather tasted already of memory and fever-sped loss, as if I would dream again and again -- and I do -- of falling through her. Sometimes I dream I`m her, she`s me, I`m on my back, she`s eating and falling through me, and as I start to concentrate and come, my mind "wanders," as a teacher would say to chide one of our children, half of whose classmates come from "broken" homes, should one of our children stare too long out a window, imagining he could fly.
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