Her head is hanging back by the wall. I amthe soft concrete alcove, but only for this moment,her eyelashes grazing me. I part fish in her plasticsea. Her open doors are a big fat smile. RememberJuly: jesus, what did we do right. I snapped ice overdoor handles, I paid more attention to architecture, specifically how a room looked around her waist orwith her knees over my shoulders, hair dangling...