Dad fifteen miles offshore, calling while he still can but i never pick up. Leaves a message on my answering machine, saying TE QUIERO ALLY, WATCH YOUR BACK ALWAYS. DESEO QUE ESTES AQUI. These mobile phones replacing that old radio we had on the beach, when my sister and i were blond as day, shrieking into our hands, and mom would fax our crappy drawings through space and water, dad saying MISS MY GIRLS, TE QUIERO. He didn't know we were drawing on the walls too, and mom was kissing her cavegirls, the london bridge falling down each night.
Only the surface has changed....we're still going the same way, all as we have been. I'll swim with you
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