the water is saltier than you expect.
quieter too; silence is one shivering note building painfully behind one’s ears. i shrugged on the blue like one of my mother's cashmere sweaters. she hasn't noticed where i am yet- nobody has. she'd better find me soon: i want to see her mouth form that glossy strawberry "O", but i can't hold this breath much longer.
i tap on the glass and wave at passing pearl-eyed people.
mouths are cupped in horror, fingers point over my shoulder.
one word cuts through the deathly silence of the tank at the zoo: