dear wigleaf,

i finally left him for good tonight and drove to the dock where we used to swim, the water so thick with reeds and algae you can't see the bottom, and sometimes we'd dive off for a night swim and hold our breath until our lungs felt like bursting and our brains tried to force us to surface, and we'd pop up under the weather-worn planks kept afloat by junkyard tires and we'd press our mouths and noses into the air pocket we found that time we almost drowned and the relief is the same tonight, dear wigleaf, the relief is the same.

i hope you're well,

jen. xo