South York

Backstroke

admit it. floating backwards with the current,

revolving this way and that. that is the way

you prefer to do things, the way

that you have done them ever since your father

was a submarine captain fighting the commies

and your brother was an idea in your mother's head.

you've never given much thought to anything,

least of all what you're doing with your life -

stacks of broke Coke bottles and an insistence that

things could have been different, provided you'd

landed the job. now you bring out food

for a living. like Bishop

said, the art of losing isn't hard to master.