"I cannot swim" is the name of the game on our daily tourist boat tours. It is when we anchor at the Cave of Zeus that I usually feign my fall. "Where is he? Where is he? I cannot see him!" I hear the panicked cries as I hide beneath the keel. Today I caught a squid before I sneaked back on board. The screams I swear were more sincere than when they thought me drowned.
little drops of ink
on the palms of my hands
a haul of mirrors