after Wayne Holloway-Smith
Houdini Sara, able to escape cribs and exit doors with rope locks still intact; swimsuit wearing Sara, always calling out “to the beach! the beach”; Sara, age 8, fearless; Sara, age 12, afraid; Lake Superior Sara; Sara the bear-a; Sara without an h; Sara with a slight southern accent, moving from UP Michigan to Hickory, North Carolina; sassy Sara, responding to the teacher’s question, “what are you doing?” with, “none of your beeswax!”; Sara with a smile, not Sara with storms brewing in her eyes; open water swim Sara; pool Sara; Lisa Lisa’s que Sara que Sara; soccer Sara; kicking boxes not kickboxing in the basement Sara, losing it because of something one of the kids said did wanted; Sara with short hair; Sara with long hair; Sara with blonde hair red hair gray hair permed hair, looking like Little Orphan Annie under the red drying lights; Sara whose Mom is alive; Sara whose Mom is dead; Sara the super reader; subluxation Sara; Dr. Sara; annoying Sara who always wins at Clue; Sarendipitious; Saramonial. Can you imagine us all at the pool, each in our own lanes, swimming beside each other, catching quick flashes of our body parts below the water—some of us doing freestyle, others butterfly but not a single Sara doing breaststroke? I can.