My legs must just be dry, I thought, and I went to the spa where a woman in black
\npanties and bra scrubbed until the skin rolled off like old pieces of erasure.<\/p>\n
But the more time I spent in the pools and feet up in the steam room (I snuck
\nin every time a friend fell asleep somewhere, the pull like a volley or pendulum)<\/p>\n
the roughness came back. I started sleeping in the bathtub, and when it got
\ncold, I pretended I was too drunk to notice but really, I loved it. My husband<\/p>\n
lifted me up and asked me not to drink so much, but the sheets, well everything
\nreally, felt like large-grain sandpaper, every object about to break through.<\/p>\n
I showered so much the grout came up and the floor caved in. Before it all leaked
\nbeneath the door, our small bathroom was the lake I\u2019ve always wanted. My legs<\/p>\n
had turned so scaly I couldn\u2019t walk, not dignified anyway, and now that the bathroom
\nwas broken, we went to the beach, and my husband had to carry me. He\u2019s a saint<\/p>\n
or kinda like one, and he watched as I swam away. I used to try and visit him
\nbut he\u2019s so afraid of sharks he wouldn\u2019t come into the water, and you can\u2019t maintain<\/p>\n
a relationship with someone who is always on shore. You have to get rid of all that
\nnegative energy, you know? Spend a little time on yourself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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